#the quizzically smart eyebrows

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Hey! I’m wondering if you’d be willing to write a fic where Thomas is intending for John to marry Y/N to unite the Lees and the Shelbys like the show, but when he sees her the first time, he changes his mind on John marrying her. Instead he marries her

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, altered storyline, Tommy’s a sweety, p in v , oral if you blink, altered storyline, name calling, slight misogyny

thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

Tommy and John were sat awaiting your arrival, expecting you any moment now. John went on and on about how you were back in grade school, none of that really mattering to Tommy in the slightest.

The door opened, a brisk wind rolling in, pushing your hair in front of your face, your innocent vanilla scent flowing into the booth, as you flipped your hair behind your shoulder.

Tommy shifted uncomfortably at your beauty and grace. Your tone was soft, and a smile as bright as the sun, he couldn’t allow his brother to marry you, not with a face like that. 

Dropping your bag near the booth, Tommy couldn’t take his eyes off of you, helping you pick up your belongings from the floor. When you thanked the man for helping, you locked eyes with him, an immediate attraction being drawn to you from those crystal blue eyes.

“Thomas Shelby, pleasure to meet you.” When the handsome, intimidating man spoke, a thrill of attraction and desire rushed through your veins like a hurricane, time suddenly seemed to be irrelevant, along with the man you were arranged to marry.

“Y/N L/N. Likewise.” He motioned for you to sit, offering one of the many cigarettes he carried in his suit. When you declined, mentioning how you don’t smoke Tommy was stunned and intrigued. 

Everyone smoked in the garrison, it was hard to find a woman that didn’t. 

Taking your seat beside John, you straightened your back, folding your hands gracefully, fully prepared for any questions that may come your way.

John smirked, glancing down at the clear cleavage, your bra barelt holdimg in you breasts, he nodded toward Tommy to take a glance but he’d never disrespect a woman in that manner. He simply began conversation, asking where you lived, went to school, even personal things such as a family matters. He was a fair man, offering the same respect back, his voice brooding but in a good, hospitable way.

“John, do you mind if I take lovely Y/N here to the bar and make her a drink.” John hadn’t barely heard Tommy speak as he was joking around with Finn. Simply waving you both off, they chattered on, making you contemplate on whether or not John was fit to be a husband.

Tommy noticed the quizzical expression on across your face, intending to turn that frown into a smile. 

“What’s it going to be my dear? Whiskey? Gin? No, something is telling me you are a rum and coke girl?” His eyebrows raised, furrowing together in curiosity with the expectation and hopefulness that he was right. You couldn’t contain the rose petal blush paint your cheeks, glancing down in embarassment and moving a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

“How’d you know?”

“Just a lucky guess. Some say I’ve been gifted with the ability to read people. You seem like a smart girl Y/N, what type of hobbies do you indulge in, surely everyone has at least one.” Settling your purse down, you watched as he worked effortlessly behind the bar, topping off you drink with a whip cream which surprised you, most people found it odd, never having seen anyone do so yourself.

“Oh I- I enjoy reading, and occasionally shopping, a girl can never have too many clothes.” Tommy chuckled, staying behind the bar and lighting a cigarette, in that moment he knew you were too good for John. He wasn’t a saint himself but he wad far more mature and caring compared to his little, reckless brother.

“Well from my perception, you look very endearing, and well, stop me if this is too much but you’re quite beautiful Y/N, my brother’s very lucky to have you.” You waved him off, giggling like a school girl but Tommy never took his eyes off of you, entranced by your illuminating smile, and adorable laugh. There was a silence for a moment when you realized that perhaps Tommy felt the same way you were feeling. The goosebumps on your skin, the heart beat between your thighs, trying to evade the temptation, the profound want to be in bed with that ever charming smile, and angelic blue eyes, and those lips, those plump, pale lips that you wanted to kiss right there.

How was this powerful man already under your skin in such a small amount of time, was it the way he took interest in your life? The way his subtle gaze seemingly never broke away from you? Or perhaps his way of words, speaking with finesse and confidence, never once stuttering.

John approached the bar breaking the evident friction between you two. Your smile faded when he wrapped his arm behind your shoulders, pulling you in closely to his body heat.

“How’s everything love? He isn’t scaring you is he?” You shook your head no, staying quiet and biting your lip attempting to hold back from laughing when Tommy raised his eyebrows challengingly, playfully as if he wasn’t making you more comfortable than his brother. 

“Alright well, Arthur and I are going to go to a few pubs, see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight before the big night, if you know what I mean Tommy.” He winked at his older brother who didn’t seem the least bit impressed. Had he really just said that right in front of you? Reassuring you’d be alright here and be heading home in a little bit, Johnny bid you both goodbye, finishing off your rum and coke on his way out. How rude.

Scoffing, Tommy made you a new drink.

“You’ll have to allow me to apologize for my brother he can be quite- What’s the word I’m looking for? Oblivious sometimes.” A wave of relief washed over you when you were alone with Tommy once more, even the patrons in the bar clearing out for the night.

The palpable tension in the room magnetized when his charismatic eyes remained on you, the heat building beatween your legs, but you weren’t going to be the one to just come out and say it. Like Tommy always did best, he took the initiative, clearing the silence.

“Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?” He raised his eyebrows expectedly, his eyes searing into your soul as he handed you your drink, his fingers grazing over the softness of your fingers.

Stunned by his question, you couldn’t deny the electric current of desire running through your veins. Your eyes searched one another in question, the intensity of his dominance protruding you very being.

“I-I suppose I would but- I must inform you I’ve never really-“

“There’s no need to fret Y/N. I’ll go slow, I wish to spend as much time with you as I can, if you’ll have me that is.” Were you really about to do this? This wasn’t the girl that you were but Tommy was so enticing, and held a clear attraction toward you. You’ve heard many stories of Thomas Shelby, yet you found yourself following him out to the car as he held an umbrella over you, not looking back once.

As soon as the bedroom door closed his lips were on you as he hoisted you up onto the dresser. Hands caressing your bare thighs while your legs wrapped around his torso, melting into his fiery touch. He tasted of whiskey and mint, smelling of a subtle yet timberwood like scent. Your tongues collided with one another in disparity, your nightgown strap sliding down carelessly in the process. 

“You are an enchantress, my darling.” You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing yourself up as you walked one another still embraced toward the bed.

Unclasping your bra, Tommy relished in that sight of your bare, nude breasts. They were everything he had imagined, soft, rounded, delectable enough that he couldn’t waste another moment with having his lips on your enlarged nipples. Sucking the sensitive skin, lapping his tongue repeatedly as you moaned from the touch.

“Feels good Tommy. I need more. Please.” Begging already? You felt pathetic but didn’t care and neither did he when he pulled you onto the bed.

“Your wish is my command, love.” He layed you down gently on the white sheets, your hands skimming his muscular chest as he fumbled hastily to take his shirt off before diving back into your lips with a deep desire. 

His eyes never left you, drawn into the perfection of your skin, the way your nude body gleamed poetically beneath him in the dim light. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to-“

“Yes. Yes I’m sure I don’t want to waste another minute, I need you in me Tommy.” That was all the reassurance he needed to hear. When he undid his belt and tugged his pants down his member popped up, perky and ready. He was long, and rather wide, partially shaven, but that didn’t matter to you. Tommy could see the nervous worry in your eyes when they landed on his cock, but he needed you to understand he wasn’t one to rush such a big, personal decision.

Laying his hand caringly on your cheek, he looked into your eyes, demanding your attention so you knew he wasn’t kidding.

“I know it may seem a bit frightening but I assure you, we go at your pace. If you want me to stop tell me, okay?” You nodded, and then again when he motioned toward your white laced panties. When he slid them down your legs, you turned your head in embarrassment, always holding a tremendous insecurity for your appearance downstairs. Tommy on the other was blown away at the sight of your untouched pussy. 

“May I?” You nodded for him to continue, fully trusting him. His tongue glided between your wet lips, devouring your sweet rose, taking you by surprise and shedding the insecurity from your skin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of love. It’s perfect, and tastes exquisite.” You blushed as he continued to eat you, waiting for your nectar to slowly seep out, for him to start prepping you. When his finger entered you there was a slight discomfort, you’d never gone down there yourself but Tommy took his time and focused on your body language. After a few moments he entered a second finger, your tight walls surrounding his digits, coating them with your slick. There was a slight pleasurable feeling from feeling so full. He fingered you for a few minutes until he deemed you ready.

“Are you ready love?” You nodded that i was okay, and he kissed you once more reassuringly. He was slow upon entering, his cock aligned with your gaping, eager hole, the head resting there for a few seconds so you were aware of what was to come. He slowly pushed his head in, protruding your virgin walls, inch by inch. He stopped halfway in when you winced in pain, wanting to give you time to adjust.

“Focus on my voice. The pain will dissipate soon, tell me when you want me to go further.” After a few seconds, you relaxed your muscles, nodding for him to continue. When he was all the way in there was a sharp shot of pain from being stretched from his cock and your cherry now being popped.

Your eye fluttered close as he slowly pumped in and out of you tenderly, taking his time until you were comfortable for him to fasten his pace. The pain slowly subsiding as your inner walls calmed. 

“Faster.” When you spoke it was but a whisper, Tommy understood. His shaft fucked into you quickly, the head of his cock slamming into your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck Tommy! More… Oh fuck.” Your boobs jiggled with each powerful thrust, but you needed to be closer somehow. Sitting up and you straddled his lap never breaking from the bonding of his cock.

Your hands grazed over the muscular tone of his back, wanting, needing to be closer to him. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his lips curling over the wamrth of your bare skin, tongue twirling as he kissed you with profound passion. You continued to ride his cock, hips rotating and grinding, until an unexplainable, euphoric feeling began to build in your pussy. 

Tommy knew what was coming and held you close to him, wanting you to know he was right there, riding your orgasm out with you. Holding you caringly and rubbing soothing circles into your back as you crumbled and came undone with one another. After a moment, you lifted your head in a fucked out melody, running your thumb down his bottom lip and staring into his sapphire eyes. In that moment Tommy didn’t know what came over him, but he knew what had to be said. He couldn’t let you go.

“Marry me.” 

“What?” You were stunned by his statement but stayed folded against him lazily, your knees to weak to move from out of his lap.

“What about John?”

“He’ll understand. He will, but who would I be as a man be to fuck you and let a pretty girl like you fall from my hands. I can be a good husband if you give me the chance.” As your breathing slowed down, Tommy’s seed flowed from your deflowered pussy, wetting his thigh making you laugh and apologize before giving him answer but it didn’t take you long to think.

“I will marry you, I just ask we let John down gently. I don’t want to be the cause of his pain.” At that moment the door flew open, Tommy was quick to pick the comforter up from the floor and shield your nude body. He was ready to start yelling until he recognized the man standing in the door to be his brother.

“What the fuck is going on here? That’s my fucking wife to be!” John went to rip the blanket from you in a furious rage but Tommy was faster, standing up and pushing his brother back out into the hallway, nothing but a sheet around his waist hiding his cock. John could be heard screaming obscenities, mostly pointed at you as Tommy pushed him into another room.

“She’s a fucking whore! A disgusting tramp who knows no fucking boundaries! And you! You fucked my girl Tommy! You can’t just steal my bride to be. How fucked is that! No- How fucked is it that the people closest to you are the ones who take the knife and twist in your fucking back!” Tommy pulled open a drawer, lighting a cigarette and remaining calm as John continued to yell at him.

“You can have the fucking cunt! Go ahead, see what I care!” 

“She wasn’t right for you Johnny. Not with a face like that. Don’t take it personal eh? You’ll marry someone else instead. Besides knowing you as well as I do, you’ll be on to the next one in no time won’t you Johnny boy?” John rolled his eyes, scrunching his nose and closing his fists in anger before he punched a hole in the drywall. Tommy merely stood by the window, not feeling the least bit sorry as he knew his brother and he knew him well. Within a week he’d be passed it, forgotten about you and the betrayal of your short lived relationship. The only thing on Tommy’s mind was returning to you, surely John’s words had upset you immensely.

~

When the big day finally arrived, it was like a scene out of the movies. The reception was held in the backyard, the aisle covered in pebbles, white rose flowered bushes running down the perimeter of the wooden benches, the sun setting poetically behind the silver laced altar. 

Friends and families gathered round, coming together for your day since Tommy may or may not have threatened some to be there for you, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. Now here you were seated with Ada while she was finishing up your makeup, and hair. 

“What do you suppose the boys are doing right now?” Ada chuckled, whimsically, looking at her work in the mirror, trying to lighten the nerves you were feeling, but that question alone seemed to make you more anxious.

“Getting a long I hope. I do feel sorry for John, I just hope he can forgive us. We didn’t mean to hurt him.” Ada remained friendly, never entering the crossfire of her brother unless absolutely necessary. She could only give you advice, and be there as not a friend but a sister should.

~

Tommy was suited in his formal attire, looking out all the people chatting near the garden when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” John entered the room, a delicate expression running over his face, showing he wasn’t here to cause any harm. Tommy nodded toward the desk, sitting in his seat and pouring his brother a glass of whiskey. 

“You probably need this more than me.” John chuckled sincerely, not knowing how to start this conversation. Tommy could tell he was uncomfortable, a look of guilt just barely visible in his eyes. Shaking his head, he joined his hands together, motioning toward the ring the bearer still had to come and retreive.

Upon opening the velvet box, John was in shock, the dazzling rock shimmering in the sunlight. The ring itself had to of been far more than John’s own personal cut from the company, which told him Tommy must have taken the time to close deals and make investments. In that moment he understood Tommy cared for you more than he ever did, he would have never spent that amount of money on you, or anyone for that matter. 

“She likes diamonds you know?” John shook his head indeed not knowing that small fact about you because he never took the time. He never had any interest or care to ask, to really get to know you. Closing the box, he frowned, reminiscing back to the fight just last week he had with you both. He was ashamed, and knew he could have handled it better.

“I came to apologize Tom. I acted immaturely and I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those terrible things. You guys look happy, she chose the right man.” Tommy chuckled, lighting a cigarette and tossing one to John.

“All is forgiven brother but I’m not the one that requires an apology. You can be a good man John, I believe that I do. But with the right woman.” Tommy left it at that, believing in his brother that he would speak with you before the wedding was to begin. John nodded understandingly, knowing Tommy was right, leaving no room for him to argue. All this hatred, anger, where were these emotions getting him? No where.

Glancing down at his watch, he bid Tommy goodbye, making his way to your dressing room. 

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A knock at the door startled you as you were putting on your heels, worried it was Tommy you sent Ada to the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s John.” Ada turned to face you for answer. When you nodded she opened the door and excused herself from the room.

“Wow.” John was impressed with the workings of Ada, you looked truly breath taking, nothing he’s ever seen before in a woman. Smiling sweetly, you motioned for him to sit.

He twiddled his thumbs, nervously searching for the right words, but he didn’t really know where to start, so he went with the first thought in his mind.

“I’m sorry. I was out of my fucking head speaking about you like that. My brother, he’s a good man, the better man. Besides we never really had a connection did we?” You shook your head no in agreement, thankful John came to apologize, but you also shared your feelings of how you and Tommy should have just sat down with him before anything happened. He accepted your apology, but noticed you were due outside in five minutes. Bidding you farewell, he wished you luck and told you, you’d make a great wife and Tommy is lucky to have you, he needed you.

Ada knocked on the door, informing you it was time. Taking a deep breath you met your father at the patio door, a mixture of happiness and excitement protruding your ever bone.

Family and friends stood up, your mother crying from how beautiful and elegant you appeared. When you reached the alter, a singular tear swam down Tommy’s cheek as he smiled widely when he removed your vail. You were stunning, breathtaking, everything he’s ever dreamed about. John stood by his side as a groomsmen, happy to finally see his older brother smile for once. As the vows were exchanged. The ring beamed with an exquisite beauty, your eyes brimming with tears when Tommy placed the expensive jewelry on your finger, claiming you as his wife. 

“Tommy it’s beautiful.” You were hoping and praying your makeup wasn’t running down your cheeks. As vows were exchanged, the man motioned that it was time to kiss the bride. Tommy rested his hands on your cheeks, time stopping when he placed his lips on yours as the man announced you to be Mrs. Tommy Shelby.

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[lemmetreatya]

content: black coded reader, soft ony omg, cunnilingus, blowjob

nerd!onyankopon who doesnt get into too much trouble and sticks to himself during most of uni

nerd!onyankopon whos so good to you — always cheering you on with your hobbies and making you feel secure within your relationship. he didnt entertain other girls and even when they did have the audacity to try it with him, he knew how to stay faithful.

“look sweetheart, im flattered you’d try move to me but imma tell you two reasons why im turning you down.”

the blonde girl gave nerd!onyankopon a quizzical look, her eyebrows raising at the sheer distraught of a man denying her.

“reason two, my beautiful wife of a girlfriend over there wouldn’t like that.” hed say as he pointed to you. “but reason number one, is because i wouldn’t like that and neither want to do wrong by her a day in my life. now do us both a favour and keep it pushing.”

nerd!onyankopon who knew he was smart but didnt allow his intelligence to undermine how you felt in the relationship. if you said the stars were made yesterday then nerd!onyankopon would agree and fight anyone who disagreed.

nerd!onyankopon who was superb at time-keeping but when it came to spending time with you, would rather throw time away just so he could be in your presence undisturbed.

“shawty, imma be real with you right now” nerd!onyankopon flops his head onto the warmness of your plush thighs, his throat making a whiney noise along with it. “i really dont wanna study for this final.”

you can only but laugh at his uncompliance, your hand automatically lifting to pat at his head.

“come on, pa. you know this shits important.” you try.

“yeah but i have no incentive to do it.”

with a raised eyebrow, you give your pouting boyfriend a look.

“you want an incentive? oh okay, ill give you an incentive.” you giggle as you lean down to whisper something* into his ear.

all of a sudden, nerd!onyankopon is shooting upwards to look at you, his eyes wide and his smile addictive.

“for real?!” he beams.

“for real for real!”

nerd!onyankopon doesnt waste time in scrambling to go sit at his desk and start revising, suddenly excited for what you had in store for him.

*(you promised him you’d play 2K with him)

nerd!onyankopon who was nervous to approach the topic of sex with you because he didn’t want to make you feel pressured into anything or make you feel like he just wanted you for your body.

nerd!onyankopon was adamant that he sat down and had an open conversation with you about how to approach your sex life — and you did — but it turns out you both had the same concerns and were pretty much on the same page

nerd!onyankopon who waited a few weeks before trying anything.

nerd!onyankopon who somehow ended up between your legs whilst you were watching a random movie. his mouth understanding against your cunt as he made out with your lower lips. how hed occasionally glance up at you or squeeze your hand to make sure you were okay, loving the small pretty sounds you made whenever he’d sensually suckle on your clit.

how he’d say “you dont have to return anything” once you’d come down from your high. “i just wanted to make you feel good” but you’re adamant you always want to make him feel the way he made you.

youve never heard nerd!onyankopon make these sort of noises before — the experience is so new to you both — but you love how short his breaths are when you suck at the head of his dick and then engulf your mouth over the rest of him.

how nerd!onyankopon cant help but give you praises of “you’re so good at this, mama” or “just like that, jusssst like that, princess”.

even when hes about to cum, nerd!onyankopon is still so patient with you. “im g-gonna…baby, take your…let go, im gonna cum.” you unclamp your mouth from his cock, eyes doey as you look up at him, but not all before he lets out a guttural moan and spurts his load over your cheeks and top lip.

“oh my god, im so sorry.” hed try to issue an apology, thinking youd be put off by where he landed but you only shake your head.

“don’t worry. its fine. i just wanted to make you feel good” you echo and nerd!onyankopon has to stop himself from falling more in love

for: @neptunes1nterweb

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[senualothbrok]

Love and beauty

Summary: A few days after Astarion has taken you to his grave, you are lying in bed together. You decide it's time to make a confession.

Musings on beauty, love and death.

Word count: 1.3k

Non-18+. Astarion x female Tav. Non-ascended Astarion. References to bereavement.

AO3 link

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You are lying on your side, looking at Astarion.  Here at the Elfsong Tavern, morning is rousing from its slumber. You are cocooned in the bed you have shared with him since the night he took you to his grave. The sheets are warm and soft beneath you, and in their burgundy shadows, his skin glows like porcelain. He lies on his back, his silver eyelashes fanning out below his closed eyes like silk. His crown is a white maze of waves. Just recently you have noticed the faint threads which form around his mouth and eyes when he laughs, slight indents where his eyebrows meet his nose when he is focused. And sometimes, barely perceptible dimples dance on his cheeks.

You never tire of looking at him. There is always something new to see, and you never know how long you have left to see it.

“I can feel you staring at me.” A lazy eye opens and fixes on you. “Has no one ever told you that it’s rude to stare?”

There is mischief in his smile, and you return it. You run your fingers over his collarbone. He shifts his chin closer to your hand.

“I can’t help it.”

He stretches, long and languid, a fang peeking out on his lower lip.

“I know, darling.” He turns onto his side to face you. “It’s why you’re here. You can’t get enough of my devastating beauty.”

The words carry no edge. He is still himself, not the masked imitation. He twirls his fingers around a strand of your hair as it caresses your shoulder.

“You are devastatingly beautiful, it’s true.” You play with a curl at his temple, tracing the edge of his ear. You consider for a moment. “But you know, all of that… it only goes so far.”

“Oh?” He regards you quizzically.

“Well…” You turn the thoughts over in your mind. “I’m human, Astarion. Even humans blessed with devasting, soul-crushing beauty, like yours – most of us don’t live that long. We get old and grey. We get wrinkles.”

He scrunches his nose. You laugh.

“I know, disgusting, those wrinkles. But when you have to contend with ageing, and with death… it’s different.”

You are not sure he understands what you are saying. You yourself are not entirely sure.

You nuzzle your nose into his. He slides his arm under your head, circling it around your shoulder. You curl into his chest. There is a silence, but it is so light, like being bathed in morning sun.

Maybe it is because every day draws you closer to the Netherbrain. Or maybe it is because he has shown you where he died, and has shared with you his rebirth. Now, you feel the last bastion inside you can come down. This last pearl you have hidden from him, you can now give, trusting he will not cast it away.

“I had a husband once,” you say.

You have not spoken about him for a long time. It surprises you that it does not hurt anymore to mention him. To remember.

“It was a lifetime ago now. He was beautiful too, when we met. Though nowhere near as beautiful as you.” You brush your lips across Astarion’s skin. “He was smart. He had a way with words. And he was kind.”

You are relieved that Astarion does not say anything. He does not tense in shock or anger. There is no judgment. He only listens, holding you.

“He actually looked a lot like Gale. Sometimes when he speaks, Gale even sounds like him.”

Astarion bristles at this. “So you’re telling me that one of our travelling companions, one of our closest allies and friends, is the spitting image of the love of your life? And you’re telling me this, why?”

You are not entirely surprised by his reaction. And maybe you find it endearing that Astarion could feel even a prickling of jealousy about a man you loved and lost so long ago. You chuckle, reaching up to kiss him lightly on the curve of his jaw. He eases with a huff.

“This isn’t the point of my story.”

“Well, you best get to it soon,” he shoots back, but he does not pull back his embrace.

There is a softness, a playfulness, to his irritation. You nibble his ear lobe gently and he sighs. He waits. You go on.

“He was a lot older than me. When he got sick, I took care of him. He died in his sleep. I laid him to rest. By that point, he was an old man. And he’d lived a good life.”

You remember your husband’s face through a haze. His papery skin, so thin you could tear it by mere touch. Frosted hazel eyes, and snaking veins on hands that you clasped so tightly against your wet face after he had breathed his last. The years of love that had filled the hole he left, buoying you through the grief.

“There’s something about that kind of love. Through age, and sickness, and everything in between. The long and boring days. The petty arguments. The stupid things we joked about. Everything we shared together.”

You heart fills as you speak of him. There is no more sorrow when you think of him now, only gratitude.

“I loved him till the end. That kind of love - it went well beyond his beauty.”

Astarion is quiet and still for a long time. When he moves back to look at you, you cannot read his gaze.

“But I won’t age,” he says. “I won’t die.”

You nod.

“I’ll be like this forever.”

“Forever beautiful, forever young.” You glance at the scars and ripples of your flesh, and you cannot help but feel a pang of envy.

He frowns. In the pause that follows, you wonder where he has gone. You wish he could take you with him.

“How will I know, then?” he asks suddenly.

“Know what?”

“How will I know…” He struggles, as though each word is a heavy load. He clears his throat. “How will I know what kind of love it is?”

There is an emptiness in his eyes now, like a kind of sadness. A loss. You reach out and press your palm to his heart.

“Are you asking me whether I would still love you-“

“If I wasn’t beautiful.” He grimaces. “If I was old and grey, or sick, or…” He trails off briefly. “If I had wrinkles. Like Gale.”

You laugh, and you see that it gives him comfort. Because Astarion still cannot help but mask a plea with a jibe.

“What do you think?” you ask.

He hesitates. His eyes caress your face, drinking in every detail, every line and curve, every shadow and blemish. A balm spreads through you as he sees you, just as you see him, since the very first time you promised to be his mirror. You know he can see your answer.

But he is uncertain, and he is still afraid.

“Without a doubt, Astarion,” you breathe.

He turns away. You wait. It no longer weighs on you when he withdraws. You know now that he will always return. You will give him time, now. You will give him space. He will come back when he is ready.

But then, so abruptly, he clasps you against him. You are enveloped in the coolness of his skin, the warm wetness of his mouth, the blanket of his body around you. The moment is a world in itself, swirling and gathering and expanding, holding you fast.

It ends as it began. You lie there, tracing circles in each other’s souls. Morning has broken, and muffled voices are bustling through the bedroom walls. Slowly, you edge to the side of the bed, and he rises to join you.

“I don’t think he was the love of my life, by the way.” You say it like an afterthought, but it is not.

“I damn well hope not,” he counters, sharp and fast.

But the gentleness in his gaze tells you all you need to know.

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[arctrooper69]

As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 11:

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Warnings: Angst. Canon violence

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Three days had passed since the argument with Hunter that sent you storming from the Marauder with anger blazing hot in your veins. Two days since you’d left the planet, intent on putting all your focus towards the job Cid had given you.

One day had turned your anger into a suffocating heaviness of guilt and grief. Now it was something else - it felt strange and unnatural - or maybe it was just nothingness. Whatever it was, you wished the anger would come back. Anger was tangible, it gave you something to hold onto. Anger had a conviction - a purpose. Whatever it was that you felt now, slipped numbly through your fingers, floating aimlessly and as silent as the vortex of hyperspace you currently traveled through.

They didn’t come for me.

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You had waited around Cid’s for a full rotation - unsure what for.

Did you really think they’d come looking for you?

Did they even want to?

“Give it up, kid.” Cid advised as you’d found yourself glancing over at the door for the thousandth time, “Dark and Broody ain’t coming after ya.”

You looked at her sharply. How did she know?

Cid shrugged, “Don’t look at me like that, Hotshot. I’m not stupid, you know. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” She smirked, “It’s the same way he looks at you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Then tell me why he hasn’t come.”

Cid threw down her washrag, looking annoyed. “You’re the idiot who ran away. He’s smart enough not to bother a woman who’s mad at him.” She scoffed, “Or he’s stupid enough not to go after the woman he obviously cares about.”

That’s when the anger came back, flashing brightly like the flame of a candle exposed to the air just before it fizzled out again. “You’re wrong. He’s not here because he doesn’t care. None of them do.” Disappointment settled like a boot on your chest.

Cid let out a bored sigh. “Then quit moping around and do something! I’ve got plenty of jobs around here and no one to do them. Might as well get paid if you’re just going to be miserable anyway.”

You looked at her quizzically then groaned. “Alright… where do you need me to go?”

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The ship shuttered as it dropped out of hyperspace, pulling you back to the present as you came into orbit around the moon Cid’s coordinates had directed you to. You chuckled bitterly.

Well joke’s on them. I don’t need them either.

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“Omega, come on! We need to make a supply run in town,” Hunter called down the ramp as he slung his pack over his shoulder. He frowned as she made no move to get up, though he was certain she’d heard him. He set his pack down and walked over to her. She sat on the ramp, resting her arms and chin on her knees, as she looked blankly out at the empty road.

“Omega..” he sat down beside her.

“It’s been three days, Hunter. Where is she?” Her muffled voice broke his heart. She’d been crying and he had no words to comfort her.

There had only been two times in his life that Hunter found himself with no idea what to do.

The empty numbness that dug its relentless claws through his skull screamed at him in an overwhelming self-hatred after their first real mission failure which left Wrecker clinging to life.

Failure. Coward. Pathetic.

It was the same feeling now that spread through his bones. I should’ve run after her. Now it’s too late. Mission failure once again.

The gut-wrenching flood of emotion that came with being a parent and falling in love was more unyielding than any enemy he’d faced before. It’s the one thing they didn’t train us for. At least when an enemy combatant refused to cooperate, there were many ways to get what you wanted out of them. Hunter didn’t know how to react when it was his own thoughts that refused to comply.

“I don’t know, Omega.”

“She’s coming back though, right?” She looked up at him but he couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes.

He spun his vibroblade anxiously. “I hope so.”

“Wrecker went out looking for her, you know.”

Hunter straightened in surprise, turning to look at her. “He did what?”

Omega wiped her eyes on her sleeve and sat up. “Yeah. He left this morning. He said he was gonna find her and make everything better again.”

As if on cue, Wrecker came barreling down the road, skidding to a stop just shy of the ramp panting and out of breath. Hunter stood up as Omega dashed to his side.

“What is it, Wrecker? Did you find her!? Is she okay?!” Her eyes were wide and Hunter was glad to see some of the hopeful spark return. He just hoped that whatever news Wrecker brought wouldn’t snuff it out again.

Wrecker collapsed onto the ramp. “Phew… I’m never running like that again!”

“Well?” prompted Hunter, still nervously twiring the blade through his fingers.

“Huh? Oh yeah! I found out from some scumbag that Cid sent her on a mission. Said it was real dangerous.”

“What.” Hunter tensed. Suddenly that pitiful feeling of futility was gone, replaced by something he was all too familiar with. He slid the vibroblade back into its sheath with a deadly click, mouth set in a fierce line of determination.

“Did he say anything else?” Omega asked.

Wrecker laughed. “Yeah. When I hung him upside down from the roof, he cried.” He turned towards Hunter and his smile faded into a growl. “Hunter, he said it was a suicide mission. He said nobody gets outta there alive. That’s why I ran all the way here.”

Omega gasped, “Hunter we have to go after her! She might not know it’s a trap!”

Hunter had already strapped on his pack and secured his blaster.

“Tech, Echo! Start the ship.” He called out. “I’m gonna go have a little chat with Cid.”

Loosened by the adrenaline as he ran, a sudden moment of clarity fell upon him. He’d been thinking about this all wrong.

You were not a mission in which to succeed or fail. You were a part of him - the missing link in his short mess of a life - and he would do everything it took to get you back.

The door to Cid’s Parlour opened with a slam. Cid nearly dropped the glass she was cleaning as she looked up to see Hunter striding over to her, fire in his eyes. The only two patrons in the room fled, feeling the mood of the room sour almost immediately. Cid set the cup down in obvious annoyance. “Hey! You can’t just storm on in here, scaring away my customers like that! I’ve got bills to pay here.”

He didn’t seem to hear her as he pointed a sharp finger in her direction.

“Where is she?”

Cid smirked, deciding to play coy. This could get interesting, she thought as she dried her hands, making sure to look as unbothered as she possibly could.

“Where is who? You gotta be more specific.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes, “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

She tapped a finger on her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… I really don’t think I do.”

Hunter sighed, exasperated. “I don’t have time to play your games, Cid. Tell me where you sent her.”

Cid sighed, suddenly bored of whatever ruse she’d cooked up to mess with him. “Fine.”

Hunter clenched his teeth. “I need to know, Cid. Now.”

“Cool your jets, Dark and Broody.” Cid rolled her eyes. “Your girlfriend’s fine. She asked me for a job and I gave ‘er one.”

Hunter’s face darkened. “Where. Is. She.” His white knuckled fist slammed down on the counter. “I promise you I won’t be so nice if I have to ask you again.”

Cid raised her hands in a mocked surrender. “Look, I promised her that I wouldn’t tell any of you lot where she went. She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Hunter's hands shot across the bar, vibroblade suddenly poised in a violent threat at her throat. His voice was dangerously low. “She could be in real danger. Tell me where you sent her. Now.”

Cid gulped, backing into the wall, knocking a bottle onto the ground where it shattered. She glared then raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright fine! Put the knife down and I’ll tell you!”

Hunter lowered the knife. Cid nervously rubbed her throat. “Geez… I can see why she likes you so much. I sent her to a small moon in the Sullest system. Doesn’t even have a name. Hardly anybody goes there at all.”

Hunter glared daggers.

“Relax, Dark and Broody. She’s not in any danger. It’s just a simple snatch and grab. The mines over there are full of stuff worth a ton to the right people.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes. “Just give me the coordinates.”

Cid sighed, “Already done. Get outta here, lover boy.”

Hunter rolled his eyes as he turned to leave.

“Hey!” Cid’s voice called after him. “You owe me for that bottle. Corellian Whiskey is hard to come by these days!”

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Madhubala:

An icon of Bollywood, who was well known for her beauty and has continued to inspire performances and songs into the 21st century. She was at times described as "the number one beauty of the Indian screen" and "the biggest star in the world".

SHE IS EVERYTHING AHHH. JUST LOOK AT HER SMILE-

She's been nicknamed the Marilyn Monroe of India and was one of the highest paid actresses in the Hindi film industry (the term Bollywood did not exist yet) during the 1950s. Also an extremely talented dancer and singer

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Beer Never Broke My Heart - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: another country music inspired TGM oneshot because why not. Beer Never Broke My Heart by Luke Combs is a fave and it's been stuck in my head all day so, here we go.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: fluff, a little angst if you squint I guess? Bob and Bradley playing cupid. Jake's a commitment-phobe.

word count: 2.8k

The stories about Jake Seresin’s Fourth of July parties were the thing of legends. At least, that’s what your childhood best friend, Bob Floyd told you. Growing up together in the quaint corners of Kentucky, your friendship persisted even after Bob enlisted in the Navy, bridging the geographical gaps that separated you. Upon encountering Jake, Bob wasted no time in regaling you with tales of the charismatic, albeit arrogant and cocky, pilot he had befriended—someone he cheekily deemed "perfectly your type." With a mischievous grin, Bob couldn't resist teasing you about your penchant for less-than-stellar romantic choices. However, as Bob grew closer to Jake, his jests evolved into genuine affection, a burgeoning belief that perhaps you and Jake were destined for each other. Your recent trip to San Diego had you attending Bradley Bradshaw's birthday bash at Bob's insistence, albeit with the conspicuous absence of Jake. Despite assurances from Jake himself that he wouldn't miss it, he was reportedly detained by a rigorous training exercise on base, but Bob hadn’t been buying it.

"Has Jake ever mentioned having a significant other, like, ever?" Bob quizzically posed one evening at the Hard Deck, the favored haunt for Navy personnel and their circles.

Bob's squadron pondered, their heads shaking in unison while exchanging contemplative glances. A few scanned the ceiling, delving into their memory banks to recall any fleeting encounters where Jake might have been accompanied by a woman for more than just a passing night.

"Bradley, Javy, you guys practically grew up with him. Have either of you ever seen him with a girl for longer than a one-night fling?" Bob chuckled, arching an inquisitive brow.

Bradley and Javy exchanged a silent glance, both shaking their heads softly. Bradley took a sip of his beer, placing the bottle down with a soft laugh, as if a distant recollection had suddenly surfaced.

"I take that back, I do remember this one girl. What was her name... Heather, Jessica, something like that. This was way back when I first met him, over a decade ago. Jake would've been, what, 21 tops? He was ready to tie the knot with her—or so we all thought. Then she decided she couldn't handle dating someone always on the go, and it broke poor Jake's heart. After that, he seemed to reckon he had something to prove, which might explain why he can be such an insufferable dick most of the time now."

Bob raised a knowing eyebrow, nodding thoughtfully. A smirk crept onto his face as he glanced around at his companions, then back at you.

"Jake's got cold feet when it comes to commitment. That's why he skipped out!” 

“Nothing gets past you, does it, Bobby?” Bradley grinned, shaking his head as he sipped his beer again.

“Look, I think we need to just bring you to his annual Fourth of July party. He’ll love you when he meets you. He’s just scared of the idea,” Bob nodded as he turned to you, grinning. 

“Guys, if Jake doesn’t want to meet me, it’s ok. I’m not offended. If he’s a commitment-phobe, I’m probably good just…not meeting the guy,” You shrugged as you sipped your cocktail, laughing softly. “Besides, Bobby, you’re the one who said he was perfectly my type because he’s an asshole. I mean, maybe I should change my type.”

“Nah, Jake’s not a bad guy,” Bradley shook his head quickly, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips. “He’s just not a smart guy, at least not when it comes to social settings. Trust me, he’ll be fine. We just won’t tell him you’re coming.”

A few nights later, you and Bob rolled up to Jake's party, the warm summer air buzzing with excitement. You sported a laid-back ensemble: denim shorts hugging your curves and a tie-dyed halter top in patriotic hues of red, blue, and white, exuding a festive vibe. Your sunglasses rested atop your head, adding a touch of effortless coolness to your look.

As you stepped into the backyard, the scene unfolded before you: Bradley and Jake engaged in their customary banter, beers in hand, the ambiance alive with their friendly squabble.

"I'm telling you, the Astros are taking it all this year," Jake asserted confidently.

Bradley scoffed, retorting, "And I'm telling you, they'll crash and burn like they always do, Bagman."

Bob chimed in with a chuckle, playfully interrupting their debate. Adjusting his glasses with a grin, he shot Bradley a teasing glance.

"Are we interrupting something here?" Bob quipped, his tone lighthearted as he ushered you forward.

Bradley's smile widened as he greeted you warmly, introducing you to Jake, who turned to you with a suave grin, his eyes sparkling with charm. 

As you laid eyes on Jake for the first time, a rush of sensations flooded through you. Standing tall with a commanding presence, his tanned skin glowed under the party lights, accentuating the golden hue of his tousled blonde hair. His bright sea-green eyes, vibrant and captivating, seemed to hold the entire universe within them, drawing you in with their magnetic gaze.

A charming grin played upon his lips, exuding confidence and warmth, while his strong southern accent, dripping with Texan pride, resonated through the air like a familiar melody. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his rugged yet effortlessly handsome features, feeling a flutter of anticipation mingled with a hint of nervous excitement. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, and all you could do was offer a tentative smile in return, your emotions swirling in a whirlwind of curiosity and intrigue at the enigmatic man before you.

As you stood before him, captivated by his presence, Jake extended a hand with a confident smile. 

"Well, hi there," he drawled in his rich southern accent, his voice smooth as honey. 

"Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin, US Naval Air Force." he said, his bright green eyes twinkling with charm, emphasizing his title as he shot Bradley a competitive smirk. You knew Bradley was a Lieutenant, and you knew from what Bob had told you that the Jake and Bradley bickered over Jake’s newly-appointed higher rank. 

"Pleasure to meet you," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of admiration for the accomplished officer standing before you.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Jake's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of confidence and charm. "Likewise," he responded warmly, his grip on your hand lingering just a fraction longer than necessary, sending a jolt of excitement coursing through you.

His handshake was firm yet gentle, sending a tingle of electricity through your fingertips as you exchanged introductions. In that moment, his genuine warmth and charisma enveloped you, leaving you eager to uncover more about the man behind the captivating facade.

As the conversation flowed, you found yourself drawn further into Jake's magnetic presence, each moment spent in his company deepening your intrigue and desire to unravel the layers of the enigmatic man before you. Jake excused himself politely after a few minutes of lively conversation, and you watched on with a dreamy-eyed expression on your face as he slipped away into the party to converse with someone else. Out the corner of your eye, you noticed Bob and Bradley exchange knowing grins as they observed what was unfolding. 

The night carried on, and you headed into the house to find your way to the bathroom. Closing the sliding patio door behind you, your eyes scanned over the house, taking in the crisp, white walls adorned with different pieces of country-themed decor, as if Jake was trying to bring as much of Texas into his Californian home as he could. A simple cactus sat on the coffee table, a Stetson hanging on the wall, next to a vintage rodeo poster, framed and on display. The decor was somewhere between vintage Americana and a country bar, but it seemed so perfectly Jake. At least, from everything you’d been told about him, and from your five minute exchange with him earlier.

As you headed down the hallway to find the bathroom, passing by the entryway to the kitchen, you could hear muffled voices, deep in discussion. You paused for a moment as you recognized both voices. One was unmistakeably Bradley, his Virginian lilt echoing slightly out of the kitchen. The other, an equally deep and recognizable southern drawl, one you’d only just heard a short while ago, but equally ingrained in your mind. 

“Listen, Bradley, I’m sure she’s a great girl. Bob wouldn’t have brought her if she wasn’t. I’m just not interested,” Jake protested, and you felt your heart sink slightly as you heard the words that weren’t intended for you.

“Jake, it was 11 years ago, man. Don’t you ever think about what it’d be like to meet someone? Settle down? Have a kid?”

“No,” Jake replied stubbornly.

“Now you’re just being a jackass,” Bradley sighed, and you could just envision the disapproving glance and head shake that Jake was on the receiving end of right now, “You can’t just keep having drunk one night stands, dude. You’re gonna wake up one day and realize you basically pissed your whole life away. The Navy’s not gonna be there forever. One day you’re gonna have to retire.”

“And I’ll retire happily. On a ranch somewhere in Texas.”

“Alone.”

“I’ll buy a dog if you’re that fucking concerned about me being lonely, Bradshaw,” Jake spat back angrily.

“What if she’s not like what’s-her-face?”

“Chelsea. And it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. You’re pissing away a chance with a really nice girl because of what, your pride? Your ego? You’re afraid to get hurt? You’re gonna end up drunk and alone.”

“Beer never broke my heart. Women have.”

“Oh come off it, Bagman. You were 21. You’re how old now?”

“Thirty five.”

“Exactly. Almost fifteen years ago. Give yourself a chance to be happy.”

As you listened in on Jake and Bradley's conversation, hidden from view in the hallway, a sudden tickle in your nose sent an urgent signal. You pressed a finger beneath your nostrils, desperately attempting to stifle the impending sneeze. However, despite your valiant efforts, a soft, involuntary sound escaped into the air, betraying your presence to the two men engrossed in discussion.

The gentle echo of your sneeze disrupted the flow of their conversation, prompting both Jake and Bradley to turn their heads in unison, their brows furrowing in mild surprise. Caught off guard by your sudden interruption, they exchanged a quick glance before Jake's gaze settled on the source of the noise.

You stood frozen in the hallway, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you met Jake's curious stare. In that fleeting moment, you felt like an intruder, an eavesdropper stumbling upon a conversation meant to remain private. Yet, despite the awkwardness of the situation, a part of you couldn't help but wonder if this unexpected encounter might offer insight into Jake's guarded heart and the walls he had built to protect himself from the ghosts of past heartbreaks.

“Sorry, I uh, I was just looking for the bathroom,” you blushed, nodding your head quickly as you smoothed a hand over your hair.

“Down the hall, second door on the left,” Jake nodded once, remaining awkwardly guarded as he spoke. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Bradley held his hand out, shaking his head, “I promised Bob I’d sort this out and I’m damn well gonna do it.”

As Bradley stepped forward, determination etched into his features, you couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension. His insistence on addressing the situation piqued your interest, but you also couldn't shake the unease of being caught in the middle of a potentially sensitive conversation.

Jake glanced at Bradley with a hint of skepticism, his guarded demeanor softening slightly as he awaited Bradley's next words.

"Look, Jake," Bradley began, his tone earnest yet firm, "I know you've been hesitant about getting involved. But trust me, she's not like anyone you've ever met before."

You blinked in surprise at Bradley's unexpected endorsement, feeling a rush of gratitude toward your friend for advocating on your behalf. Bradley gave you both a knowing look before nodding once again and heading out of the room to give you both time alone. Jake shifted awkwardly on his feet, avoiding your gaze.

Jake's expression softened, a flicker of vulnerability flashing in his eyes as he absorbed Bradley's words. After a moment of contemplative silence, he finally spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“I’m sorry,” Jake nodded slowly, looking up at the ceiling before glancing over at you. “Bob and Bradley have been so bent on getting us together. I guess I’m just hung up on some shit from fifteen years ago. An ex-girlfriend told me she didn’t want to live the whole military spouse life after I had an accident in training. I never got over it. Had a ring for her and everything. Was gonna have the whole 2.5 kids and a dog and a white picket fence thing going on. Then she decided she couldn’t be a military spouse, and I decided I couldn’t give up what I’d been working on achieving, so I let her leave.”

“You haven’t dated in fifteen years?”

Jake's lips curved into a rueful smile, tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.

“Not really, I mean, I’ve been with girls, but not seriously.” 

Your laughter rang out, tinged with discomfort as you shook your head in incredulity. "And here I thought my dating history was a train wreck," you confessed, a nervous chuckle punctuating your words. "Bob likes to rib me about it, but I have a knack for attracting men allergic to commitment, unless it's to Sunday night football and beers with the boys."

Jake's laughter echoed yours, a genuine warmth infusing his expression as he nodded in understanding. 

"Now it all makes sense," he remarked, a glint of realization illuminating his features. "Bob kept insisting you were my type, and I couldn't figure out how he knew."

You frowned in confusion. "I'm lost."

"I tend to gravitate toward women who epitomize everything I'm not," Jake explained, a note of introspection coloring his words. "The ones wanting marriage, stability—all the things I shy away from. It's why I've avoided serious relationships. I thrive on being the best, but in that arena, I’m like…a football team short of a quarterback."

“I mean, you could. You just have to want it.”

“Part of me does.”

“But?”

Jake lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his head remorsefully as he looks down. He leans his body against the counter, shrugging his shoulders before speaking.

“But, I’m 35. I guess I could retire from service if the right girl came along. I just…it’s all I know. I know I’m a good pilot, ya know? I don’t know how I am at this boyfriend shit. “

His eyes met yours, earnest and vulnerable, as he confessed, "I mean, sure, I wanna be the kind of man who can sweep a woman off her feet, who knows how to cherish her and make her feel like she's the center of the universe. But truth be told, I ain't got a clue how to do that. I'm afraid I'll crash and burn before I even get off the ground.”

Jake frowned at the can of beer in his hand, shaking his head with a hearty chuckle.

“I’ve had too many of these, I don’t normally share my life story. Not with pretty girls at least.”

“Well,” you responded, pulling up a bar stool beside him before resting your elbows on the counter, holding your head in your hands as you looked at him, “I’m listening.”

"You know," he mused with a wry chuckle, "I never thought I'd feel betrayed by a cold beer, but here I am, questioning my trust in beer of all things." He shook his head, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Seems I've stumbled into uncharted territory here, darlin’.”

As Jake's laughter subsided, a lull settled over the conversation, punctuated only by the distant hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses in the background. You sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a moment bursting with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

"Maybe it's time to navigate these unfamiliar waters together," you suggested softly, breaking the silence with a tentative smile. 

"We can figure it out as we go, right?"

Jake's gaze softened, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes as he met your gaze. "I'd like that," he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity.

 "It might be a bumpy ride, but, I reckon this time I might stand a chance of finding my bearings."

And in that moment, as the weight of his words hung in the air between you, you felt a spark of hope ignite within your heart—a flicker of possibility for something beautiful to bloom amidst the uncertainties of the journey ahead.

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on the frontline (III), major john egan

pairing: major john egan x major nessa dixon content: the reality of war catches up with nessa. warning: mentions of getting sick, blood, war tag list: @neeville @turn-thy-paige @ihe4rtisa @ineedafictionalman @lovebyceleste @alliewassobonum

“Make some room, boys,” Nessa said with an unusual sense of glee as she walked toward the group of pilots on standby. The sun beamed against her face, the breeze kissed the exposed skin of her neck, and her body was on fire beneath her flightwear, but she was ready. From behind her dark sunglasses, she saw John’s eyebrow raise and Gale look at her quizzically. “Colonel said I’m up with Egan. Medical purposes. I’m with you next, Cleven.” 

She peeled her backpack off her shoulders and threw it at their feet. “You mind taking that up for me?” The majors looked at each other, but nonetheless, John grabbed her backpack and slung it over his shoulder. His eyes raked her figure as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants.

Her outfit was just slightly different than what she wore on a day-to-day basis. Rather than her shirt and pants being separate, they were together. A green jumpsuit covered her body, save for the few buttons she left undone He saw a gold necklace wrapped around her neck with a pendant that sat at the valley of her breasts. On top of that were the dog tags she refused to take off. 

Across her chest and shoulders were the series of accolades, pins, and lapels she’d been rewarded for her years of service. In her mouth was a piece of gum that she chewed on violently. She was nervous, John noted. And it didn’t go unnoticed by him. But, she kept a smile on her face and kept her upbeat attitude the best she could. If only she knew how quickly it would falter. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised that the Colonel put you on his craft,” Gale chuckled, guiding her to the belly of the plane. His teasing didn’t fall on deaf ears. Instead of replying, she chose to send him a wink. John, who’d entered first, held his hand out to her which she took. His hands were strong, calloused, and warm. 

Nessa grunted as she used Gale’s hands as a boost, then was yanked onto the aircraft. She was stabilized by John’s hands; one on her back and the other on her hip, dangerously close to her bottom. “You good?” he asked her. Nessa didn’t meet his eyes but nodded. “All good.” 

“See you in the air, B,” Gale nodded at the pair and sauntered off to his aircraft to prepare for takeoff. John sighed lowly and looked around the aircraft, wondering where to start. A flight nurse was new to him, just as he assumed it must have been new to her. 

“Alright, here’s the fort,” he started, gesturing toward the front of the plane where the controls and wheels were. Nessa’s eyes scanned the control board. So many buttons, switches, and wires to manage at once. In the corner of John’s fort was a picture. A picture of him and Gale at their flight academy graduation. She smiled. They were truly two peas in a pod; inseparable. 

“Navigators work back here,” he pointed to the small table toward the back of the plane. “Exit is the same way you came in. Parachutes are here. You need one at all times. Never know what’s going to happen. Since you’re not navigating or flying, you put one on now.” 

Nessa glanced at the contraption the major handed her. She was smart, sure, but the parachute looked more complicated than she needed it to be. No words were spoken as she raised her eyes to meet his, a silent help being spoken through multi-colored irises. John chuckled lightly and unbuckled the parachute and slid it over her arms. “S’supposed to fit like a backpack.” His fingers carefully snapped it into place at her chest. “You good?” 

Nessa’s eyes twinkled, “All good, Major.” 

-

“Stay with me, dammit!” Nessa’s voice was strained as her voice raised an octave. Being in the air was terrifying. It was nothing like she’d expected it to be. She knew she’d dodge and dive a few bullets, that she’d mend a gunshot wound to the leg, or that she’d flinch from the turbulence, but she was sadly mistaken. 

She’d fought her way out of her coat, parachute, and hat. The mask across her face was hardly hanging on for dear life as she fought tooth and nail to stop an abdominal bleed. An enemy plane shot at the American aircraft. The bullet found a home in an amateur pilot. 

Her hands were stained crimson, blanketed with warm blood as she hovered over the pilot to keep the bleeding at bay. The bullet was too deep. She tried to retrieve it, but she didn’t have the materials needed. 

Guilt drowned her as the pilot’s breathing went shallow. His eyelids struggled to stay open. She snatched her oxygen mask off and placed it on his face forcefully. His face began to fade as her eyes filled with tears. “Wake up! Stay with me. Please…” Silence. 

Nessa’s face softened as the tears finally fell. Her tongue ran across the bottom row of her teeth as she moved her jaw from left to right to delay the sob that bubbled deep within her. The emotional turbulence outweighed the physical turbulence of the plane; she hardly recognized they had landed. 

She felt a gloved hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head hung heavy and turned slowly. Her mascara was smeared, her eyes were bloodshot red, and her eyelids were swollen. She was destroyed. She’d seen many things from the war, but this was too much. “C’mon, we’ve got to get out of here so the coroners can get his body.” 

She shoved his hand off her shoulder and shook her head rapidly. “No, I’ll wait here.” From above her, John sighed heavily. The grief would wreck her even more once the reality fully set in. 

“Nessa...”

Fire rose in her eyes. “This is my job, John. I am to offer comfort and stay with the patient until the appropriate physicians come. This is my job. Let me do my job. Please.” Her request drifted to a broken whisper as she asked herself what she signed up for. 

-

“How is she?” he heard Gale’s voice like water in his ears after a pool day; garbled and incoherent. 

Nessa Dixon prided herself on being a strong woman, being able to handle anything that life threw her way. She was humbled. By the time the coroners retrieved the soldier’s body from the plane and her feet were planted on the ground, she was hunched over, coughing violently as she emptied all that was within her. The little strength she had left was fleeting and she hit the concrete with a thud. John dropped her backpack against the ground and raced toward her. He tapped the side of her face but she didn't respond. “I need a nurse!”

John hoisted the nurse in his arms and took long strides to the infirmary. “Exhausted. It was too much for her. Find a new nurse to be in the air or keep everyone ready on the ground, but she can’t handle what she saw up there.” The major brushed passed the slew of soldiers who watched in curiosity. Major John Egan carried Major Nessa Dixon, the most highly trained nurse, into the infirmary. What a contradiction. 

“What happened to her?” asked a familiar woman. Bessie. One of the lower-ranked nurses, but still a Lieutenant proven by the badge on her shirt, nonetheless. She plucked some gloves out of her pocket and slid them over her hands.

John met her light eyes, careful of his volume so as to not disrupt Nessa, though the likelihood of her waking up at the moment was slim. Lowly, he said, “My guess is shock. Exhaustion. She threw up and passed out as she stepped out of the plane. M’sure you have something for that.” 

The younger nurse nodded and instructed him to bring her to the nearest empty bed. Nessa hardly moved a muscle. John stood off to the side, giving the Lieutenant room to work. Bessie had a diagnosis within a few minutes. The answer was simple: shock and exhaustion. Nessa, along with the other nurses, had been working day and night with minimal rest and nutrition. The events on the plane were too much and her body shut down. 

“When will she wake up?” John questioned. Bessie shrugged. “I give it three days, max. She’s in a state of sedation without the medicine. When the body crashes, it needs adequate time to rest and recover. So, like I said, it could be within the next 24 to 72 hours. If she doesn’t wake up by then or stops breathing, she’d need to be transported to a hospital.” 

John’s stomach clenched. How was he reliving the same scenario he experienced not too long before? He ran a hand down his face and palmed his mouth. Through his fingers, he asked, “Can I stay with her at least?” 

Bessie’s lip turned upward as to smile just a little. She nodded once. “As long as you have the time, go for it. I may need you to leave during any extreme circumstances, but you’re permitted to stay. I’ll check in soon.” 

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” 

At that, Bessie smiled wider. Respect was easily granted with the 100th, she recognized, and she was thankful. “Anytime, Major.” 

-

She woke up 53 hours later. It was like she was pulled out of her body as she gasped and searched the room sporadically. The senior Major adjacent to her lowered the book in his hands and raised an eyebrow. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Her eyes moved slowly. 

“What happened?” God, she sounded awful. Without much thought, John grabbed the cup of water by his foot and handed it to her. The cup was empty within seconds. 

“Passed out. Been out for a little over two days, I guess. Yeah, 53 hours is two days and some change, right?” 

Panic rose like flames. Nessa sat up as quickly as her body would allow. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. From behind his book, John raised his eyebrow. “Sit down, Nessa.” 

She cut her eyes toward him. “I was out for 2 days! I can go do my job now.” 

“But you can’t.” John set his book beside him and crossed his arms with a shrug. “Out for two days. You haven’t even eaten, what are you going to do out there? Pass out again? You’ve got nurses out there to handle it, they’ll be fine.” 

Nessa inhaled deeply. Her eyes grew dark in frustration and her voice lowered as she thought about her words. “Telling me how to do my job is quite disrespectful, Major.” 

John leaned forward in opposition. She knew how to stand her ground, a skill that she had no choice but to learn in her field of work, especially since she worked with men. However, this was different. Her health was on the line. How could she want him to take care of himself yet refuse to do the same?

“And not knowing how to take a step back is disrespectful to yourself, Major. I suggest you get comfortable, Bessie will be here soon.” Once again, he grabbed his book and perched his feet on the edge of her bed. The low growl she released didn’t fall on deaf ears, but he chose to ignore it anyway. 

She’d be fine. Hopefully.

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[lyrenminth]

Choosing you

You always find yourself in strange situations. Nothing compared with spying your boyfriend talking with his drunk best friend about you. Layla, a tall, slim and beautiful girl who reminds you what autumn looks like has always been so kind toward you, so it caught you off guard when you heard her say your name with so much disdain. "I'm just saying you can do better than her" you hide in the corridor next to a bookshelf, listening in the dark. A heavy weight starting to form in the top of you stomach. Even though you're in college now, somehow this situation make you feel fifteen year old again. "You're are going to be a super star, Joey. You need someone better" You frown, hurt. You wait for Joe answer, which comes quickly in a calm reassuring tone. " I like her" it's all he says but makes your heart flutter. "You can like many other women. Women who are smarter…" "She is smart" he replies. "Someone who can bring something to the table…you have herds of girls throwing themselves at you. You have options, Joey…" herr words break you heart because you thought she was a friend. You never expected to meet this Regina George's reincarnation. Layla didn't give you that impression. "Lay, you are drunk as fuck. I love my girlfriend, she makes me happy. End of the story" he was moving around by the sound of it. "I suppose she fucks excellently" Layla says, something evil in her tone. "Enough!" Joe harsh tone makes you jump in your place. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you care so much? Are you really my friend Layla or just another jealous girl?" "I don't…", her voice was squeaky. "I don't want to hear you slander my girlfriend only because you feel threaten or whatever you are feeling. But if I hear you are bad mouthing her I'll make you regret it" "Joey, I wasn't trying to bad mouth her" "Whatever" You hear steps coming and you run to hide in the bathroom again. You are shaking and overflow with emotions. Of course you have to say something to Joe, but you don't want him to know you were eavesdropping. As to Layla…fuck her. You are going to give her to cold shoulder from now and on.

You get out of the bathroom, and you hear Layla crying in the kitchen. You look for Joe in the backyard, standing close to the fire, drinking beer. It's expression it's a little gloomy but when he sees you his face lights up. You get closer and hug him, shoving your face in his hoodie. He smells so good. "Everything alright?" you asked. "Yeah" he reads you expression, raising a quizzical eyebrow "Wanna go?" "Please" you looked around, looking for someone "Where's Layla?" A shadow crosses his beautiful face, but he shrugs. "I don't know. Let's say goodbye" Back in the privacy of your home, the severity of the things she said hit you like a truck. You weren't a model, that's true. Sometimes you wondered why Joe chose you but the true is actions speak louder than words, he was defending you.

He still chooses you.

And that's all that matters.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic

[loveandmurders]

It’s forever, this time I know (Bo x female reader, Part III)

Hello everyone! This is the third and last part of a fic I wrote based on @fluffy-little-demon ‘s idea. You can find the first part here.

This time, the lyrics are Forever by Kiss and it’s both reader’s and Bo’s POV, even if the lyrics are more for Bo than reader.

I really hope you will enjoy this.

Warnings: angst/comfort, communication issues, heartbroken, mentions of murders, mentions of sexual activities, a few strong words, happy tears, soft Bo.

Something inside of you doubted Bo was going to call you. 

You had been surprised to receive such a message from him already. It almost felt like he wasn’t supposed to send it to you, but no matter what happened, you were relieved he reached out for you. Maybe it meant that you were important to him after all, after all those months of pure silence, after he kissed that girl in front of you. 

You weren’t believing his words completely though. 

Your heart had been broken once, so you didn’t want to play with it again. Especially when it was with such a dangerous man. 

You just hoped he was sober and that he was really the one who sent you this message, or at least typed it. You would shatter to pieces if it was a prank from his new girl.

But your phone rang and his name appeared on your screen. 

He was calling you.

You sat on the floor because there was no chair or furniture close enough to you. Bo was on his bed, and you were both biting your lips in nervosity. 

I gotta tell you what I'm feeling inside

I could lie to myself, but it's true

“Hey” you whispered

“Hey” he whispered back

You both felt a wave of relief crashing over your hearts and souls. It felt so good to finally be able to speak to one another, to hear the sounds of your voices. 

But it wasn’t enough. You were craving to be in the same room.

“It took you a long time” you said, hurt lacing your voice

“I know” he simply said, because he didn’t know what to say else

“She’s with you?” you asked

“Of course not” he replied quickly

“Why of course not?” you arched an eyebrow “You seemed to enjoy her last night” you added because you couldn’t stop thinking about them together

“I… I told ya. Wanted to make ya jealous” he tried to explain

“Very smart, Beauregard” you snapped and he flinched. He knew that when you were calling him his full name, you were pissed at him and he was in trouble.

“I know” he repeated and you didn’t answer. 

For a little while you both stayed silent, even though it was killing the two of you. 

“I’d like to come over” Bo finally softly said

“Over my place?” you asked, just to make sure you heard this right

“Please” Bo pleaded and it was so strange to hear the man almost begging you. You laid down on the floor, smiling to yourself.

“Ok” you simply replied before giving him the address and hanging up.

Bo was out of his bed in a flash, looking for clean enough clothes as fast as he could. He had no time to lose, he already lost so much of it. 

He ran downstairs, looked for his keys, grabbed them and was about to rush outside when he saw Vincent peeking from the basement door with a quizzical expression written all over his body language. He was wondering what was going on for his twin to be in such a rush now. 

Bo gave him a smile, a real smile; something that hadn’t happened since you were gone.

“Goin’ at her place” he said and Vincent’s eye lit up

You asked her permission, though? Vincent quickly signed, just to make sure that Bo wasn’t going to make things even worse with you. Bo scoffed

“Of course. Gonna bring her back home” Bo promised his brother before disappearing in the dark. 

Bo didn’t care one bit about the speed limits and before you knew it, he was at your front door. He thought that maybe he should have gone to a store to get you some chocolate or flowers, but at the same time he knew you wouldn’t be too impressed with that cliché move. 

You took your time to get up and you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to fix your outfit and hair before opening the door.

And here you both were, facing each other after months apart. 

None of you knew what to do, but one thing was certain: being together was fate.

There's no denying when I look in your eyes

Girl, I'm out of my head over you

Bo hated to feel that awkward and vulnerable in front of you. He wanted to seem like someone strong enough to protect you.

But actually, you were glad he wasn’t coming to your place with a cocky attitude. You were glad he seemed as lost as you were without him. 

You were glad he was here.

You finally moved aside to let him inside your place. You guided him to the kitchen so you could prepare some tea for yourself and some coffee for him. He sat at the table and watched your every move.

He felt like he could finally breathe now you were in the same room as him, almost being all domestic like before. 

He knew he was in love with you. 

He had known it for a long time, but the way his whole being calmed down now you were here, was just another proof of it. He suddenly realised he had left his mother’s ring at home and he silently cursed himself. Even if he wasn’t going to propose to you in the instant, it would have given him some courage to talk.

You put the hot beverages on the table and sat in front of him, which made him frown.

“Come closer” he asked with his usual authoritative tone, even if it never really worked with you.

“Are you giving me an order in my own home?” you said with a raised eyebrow, but you brought your chair closer to him at the same time.

“Ain’t your home” he shook his head.

“Ah yeah? Where’s it then?” you hummed

“Ambrose”

You watched him, feeling emotional right away. You had always thought Ambrose was indeed your home, but you had never been completely certain Bo felt the same. He had never been good at reassuring you.

“What does that mean?” you asked, because you needed him to say it.

“Ya know what it means” Bo tried to brush it off

“Say it” you insisted “I need to hear it” Bo took a big breath before answering: 

“Wanna us back together. Wanna ya back home. Wanna marry ya”

And I lived so long believing all love is blind

But everything about you is telling me this time

It's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

For an instant, you thought you didn’t hear him right. 

Bo had never talked about marriage before. 

Well, he did once and it wasn’t a happy memory for you. The conservative family man said something like “Marriage is the only sacred thing on Earth''. And you had teased him, saying that it was the most romantic thing he ever told you. He had shrugged before adding “Well don’t worry, it’s ain’t like we’re gettin’ married anyways.” And you had asked why, a little bit hurt to realise your relationship was probably not that serious for Bo, no matter what it meant for you. And he had replied: “To get married, it means ya’d do anythin’ for the other one, even die, and that kind of love ain’t existin’ no more”. 

You had been upset for the rest of the day after such words, because you had thought you had that kind of love with Bo. At least you did; but he clearly didn’t.

“Why would you want to marry me?” you asked as you sipped your tea quietly. You didn’t want to marry him if he thought his love for you wasn’t powerful enough to deserve such a ceremony.

“‘Cause I’d do anythin’ for ya” he replied

“Oh yeah, like what? Letting me go after a bad fight and then going AWOL for months? Making me watch you kiss another girl? Making me feel like you’ve already replaced me?”

“Ok, first of all. Ya’re the one who left” Bo groaned with a raise of annoyance “And ya didn’t give me news either” he added. Your silence had worried him more than he could admit it to you. “And dunno why ya care that much ‘bout that girl” he continued before crossing his arms on his chest and leaning against the chair.

“How would you react if you saw me with someone else, hmm?” you asked and Bo only shrugged because he knew it would be bloody and not pretty at all. “Why are you here?” you thought your heart was going to break all over again if he didn’t say the words you needed to hear from him.

“Told ya. Wanna ya home” he replied, getting frustrated with the conversation. Why were you making things so difficult for him? He was there, wasn’t it good enough for you?

“So what, you suddenly realised you loved me when you had your tongue in her mouth?” you snapped as his lack of communication was hurting you badly.

“Fuck, Y/N, wanna me to bring her dead body to your feet so ya’ll see she means nothin’ to me? This was not my smartest move but yeah, I want ya back” he grumbled even if he was beating himself up for reacting so poorly.

“So you love me?” you insisted.

Forever, until my life is through

Girl, I'll be loving you forever

“Look, baby girl…” he started but you shook your head

“Don’t “baby girl” me. You have lost that privilege months ago.” you sternly cut him off. “I don’t understand why you’re here if you can’t tell me you love me. I mean why would you want to marry me if you can’t admit you have feelings for me? Or maybe it’s just a game? Or maybe you’re just feeling lonely at night, and you thought that after all I wasn’t such a bad lover and that at least I didn’t mind the killings? Not worth to be your wife but you thought that if it could bring me back, you’d say something stupid like that” you let out all your insecurities

“Ya know it ain’t true” Bo said, speechless and silently panicking. Why was it so hard to tell you he loved you when he knew he did with everything he had.

“I know what marriage means for you and if you don’t love me…” you started

“If ya know, then you should understand that…” he cut off before stopping himself.

“That what?” you asked, hopeful. But after a long silence, you sighed. “I don’t know why I told you to come over” you whispered as you stood up, ready to hide away in your room. 

You really had hoped things would go differently with Bo. And a mean little voice was repeating to you that you were an idiot, that you shouldn’t have believed you were the love of his life. Bo had the same little voice inside his head, telling him that he was going to lose you forever.

He was quick to get up and this time he grabbed your wrist. He wasn’t going to let you go for the third time. 

“Com’on” he softly whispered and he brought you against his chest. He tentatively hugged you, waiting for you to reciprocate the embrace before tightening his arms around your figure. He kissed the top of your head. No matter how upset you were, you calmed down now you were back in his arms.

Now you were home.

I hear the echo of a promise I made

When you're strong you can stand on your own

Those words grow distant as I look at your face

No, I don't wanna go it alone

“Don’t go and don’t ask me to leave” he softly whispered to you as he cuddled you closer, almost begging once again. You didn’t have the strength to push him away so you simply nodded and you both stayed like that for a little while. You closed your eyes and took in his scent. Bo felt you slowly relaxed against him and he nuzzled into your hair. You wanted to enjoy this. Bo thought that you were going back home now, without asking questions, that, somehow, he did the right thing.

But you weren’t going to Ambrose if the man couldn’t tell you he loved you. You weren’t sure he would be able to whisper those words to you, so you wanted to cuddle. You were almost certain it would be the last time you snuggled against him. You had decided that it was his last chance. If he couldn’t make it work, you couldn’t stay with him. No matter how heartbroken you were going to be.

You deserved to be happy with someone who could reassure you of their love everyday of your life.

Bo softly moved to look down at you, with a gentle smile playing on his lips. He kissed the tip of your nose before leaning his forehead against yours.

“Sleepy, hon?” he whispered. He really wanted to go to bed with you. 

He wanted to be allowed to cuddle his night away with you and to wake up by your side. He would prefer to go to Ambrose first, but he would agree to stay at your place if that was what you wanted. As long as he had you in his embrace, he didn’t really care about anything else.

You shook your head before looking away. Bo softly grabbed your chin to make you look up at him, knowing something was bothering you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked and you almost started to cry. Did he really think that everything was back to normal now?

“You didn’t answer my question” you replied and he frowned, not understanding what you meant.

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me if you loved me or not” you sadly smiled

“Really, Y/N? I thought it was pretty clear” he grumbled, disappointed in himself for upsetting you that much when it was obvious you both wanted to be back together

“I don’t want to go back to Ambrose or to marry you if you can’t tell me that…”

“And you?” he cut you off

“What?”

“Ya still love me?” he seriously asked you.

And I never thought I'd lay my heart on the line

But everything about you is telling me this time

It's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

“Of course I do, of course I love you” you replied, even though you weren’t too sure where the discussion was leading anymore, slightly frowning

“Ya trust me?” he asked again and you frowned even more, a bit worried

“I think so” you murmured

“Yes or no, love?” he insisted

“Yes” you finally said after you thought about it. You wouldn’t have let the man inside your place if you had thought he would have hurt you.

“Ya know I suck with words.” he started and you raised an eyebrow “And I’ll learn to tell ya that… I’ll learn. I promise. I can't  be such a terrible husband to ya." He continued

"Bo…"

"I know 'm askin' a lot from ya and it's unfair of me. But give me some time."

"I don't know…" you murmured as you looked away

"Y/N, can't tell ya but can show ya. Let me show ya how I feel.'' He offered “Would it be good enough for ya?” he asked, hopeful. He didn’t want to lose you because of how fucked up he was.

He searched for your eyes as you thought for an instant, nibbling on your bottom lip. You weren’t too sure what Bo had in mind, but you were eager to let him win you over.

You did want him to tell you he loved you, but being shown and reassured another way would be a first step. 

And if it wasn't good enough, at least you would have been loved on by the man one last time. 

Better than nothing. 

Better than a violent break up.

A lot worse than finally being his wife.

"Ok" you finally whispered but it didn't really relieve Bo. He could tell he was on thin ice and that if he screwed this up, he would never bring you home.

Never ever again.

He grabbed your hand "Where's your room?" He asked you as he didn’t know this new place of yours. He really hated it. 

He noticed you were a little bit hesitant. "Ya ain't wantin' me in your room?" He asked, trying to think fast

"Is your way of showing me how you feel is… fucking me?" You asked, a little bit uneasy. You didn’t want Bo to treat you like the other girls. You wanted to be special to him.

"No." He replied with a frown "Just wanted us to be comfy." He explained before adding: "Ya don't fuck your wife anyway" he murmured under his breath

"What?" you weren’t certain you heard what he said

"Ya make love to your wife, ya don't fuck her. Anyways, where's your room?" He looked away, always so uneasy when it was about his feelings.

You watched him, completely taken aback before relaxing and smiling to yourself. 

You guided him to your room and you tugged him onto your bed. He just had time to remove his shoes before following you. 

Forever, until my life is through

Girl, I'll be loving you forever, yeah

He started to gently kiss your neck, his hands on your waist. He didn't dare to slip his fingers under your top, no matter how much he wanted to feel your warm skin against his. He didn’t want you to push him away because he made you feel unsafe. 

He closed his eyes as he started to relax and to lose himself in your presence. He loved your scent and the taste of your skin. 

His lips left a trail of kisses from your chin to your right collarbone. His right hand left your side to find your fingers. He wasn’t usually holding hands with you, only when he was being truly intimate with you. 

You slowly fully leaned against the bed, freely letting him love on your body. You moved your head to the side to give him more room.

Maybe he truly was loving you after all. It was nice to believe so at the moment.

"Ya’re safe with me" He whispered to you. 

You simply hummed in reply so he insisted "I mean it. Nothin' bad can happen to ya when 'm around" He added. 

If he couldn’t express what he was feeling for you, he could, at least, express why you should marry him.

Your free hand moved into his hair and you started to play with it as you looked down at him.

He was about to add something but when he gazed up at you, he lost himself in your eyes.

You were the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his whole life.

You were an angel he didn't deserve but he would die without you.

And he would die for you.

Maybe if he was taking enough good care of you, you would agree to stay by his side.

I see my future when I look in your eyes

It took your love to make my heart come alive

His eyes went down your lips. 

It was torture to be so close to them and to not be allowed to kiss them. He could still kiss your pretty face though. 

And that was what he did. He brought you impossibly closer to him as his lips moved all over your cheeks, forehead and chin. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a little giggle at his passionate and nonstop touch. He stopped for a few seconds, startled by the happy noises coming from you. 

He felt warmth spreading into his chest. He had missed your laughter so badly; life was so dry of joy without you.

"Ya'd be happy with me" He whispered to you and kissed you next to your ear. "I'd do anything for ya to be happy" He added "I'd do anything for ya" 

He was ready to keep going with kissing you but you gently pushed him away. He felt panic and questions filling him up. He didn’t understand what he did wrong this time.

You felt him tensed up so you cupped his face and shushed him. You sat up and he did the same.

"Are you sure about that?" You asked. It was the second time he said he would do anything for you, and you just wanted to be sure he knew what he was saying

"'Bout what, love?" He asked back, leaning into your touch that he also had missed so much. He kissed the palm of your hands.

"That you'd do anything for me?" You replied

Bo blinked before watching you carefully. He wasn’t stupid; it obviously was an important question for you but he didn’t see why.

"You said that kind of love didn’t exist no more" you added but you could tell the man had no idea what you were talking about "You said marriage was the most sacred thing on Earth but that the love deserving such a thing didn’t exist anymore" you continued and he remembered having said something like that indeed. 

He remembered it upsetted you quite a lot too.

But he only had said that because he had panicked, realising that when he had started to talk, he had definitely thought about you.

He had realised he was fidgeting with his mother's ring in his pocket, testing the water with you. 

And at that time, he hated to feel his love making him vulnerable and sentimental; that was why he pushed all of this away.

That was why he pushed you away.

"I sometimes say things I ain't meanin', ya know that"

'Cause I lived my life believing all love is blind

But everything about you is telling me this time

It's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

“Bo” you sighed, almost rolling your eyes at him. 

You were about to remove your hands from his face, but he pressed them against his skin. 

He didn’t want to lose you.

"Y/N” he hummed and you waited for him to keep going “This love still exists, and that's why we need to get married" He said.

He brought you on his lap. He needed to feel you close.

It took you a few seconds for his words to hit you. 

Your brain needed some time to understand what he was saying to you.

And when you fully got it, you started to cry.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he answered the embrace right away. He softly rocked you, very uneasy with your tears and not too certain what was going on. He stayed quiet, too scared he would say something wrong. He had no idea what he could say to comfort you anyways.

He stroked your back and cuddled you closer, snuggling into your neck.

After a little while, you calmed down, softly sniffing.

He looked down at you, quite worried. He stroked your cheeks, removing the last tears cascading down them.

"Good, love?" He gently asked and he was relieved when you nodded

"Yes, I'm fine" you tiredly smiled

"What can I do to make this alright?" He asked again.

The man just wanted to rest with you and for all of this nonsense to be over. 

He wanted to get married with you and to not let you go ever again.

But you needed to want that as well for it to work.

Forever, until my life is through

Girl, I'll be loving you forever, oh

It's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

"I want you to bring me back home"

"Home?”

“Ambrose"

“Can do that”

"And then I want you to propose to me"

“Can do that too” he smiled

Forever, until my life is through

Girl, I'll be loving you forever

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Palomino ║ If Only

Jack Daniels x f!reader

{ Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: T (overall series is E)

Summary: Jack smiles and brushes a thumb across your cheek. If only you knew.

Warnings: This is really soft. I’ve never written straight up fluff before, and somehow this makes me more nervous than serving up filth 🤷🏻‍♀️

Word count: 955

Notes: Easin’ myself back into the saddle with this drabble. This is the last update to the main series for the year. It's set over the first four chapters, with the ending of this drabble set just after where we leave off in Strawberry Roan.

After your orientation ride on the day you arrived on the ranch, Jack was busy untacking the horses in the yard in the soft dusk light, while you covertly watched him under the guise of giving Jameson a belly rub.

The cowboy had his hands full with both saddles as he headed into the stables to put them away, but he stopped abruptly, like he’d forgotten something. Backtracking, he whistled, and Whiskey’s ears pricked up at the sound.

‘Get the saddle pads, please,’ he called out.

Thinking he was talking to you, you made a move towards the post where they were hanging, but his horse got there first.

Your jaw dropped when you watched the chestnut fetch the saddle pads with his teeth, one after the other, handing them over to Jack.

‘How did you teach him to do that?’ you asked in amazement.

He grinned at your reaction. ‘Don’t remember. I’ve had him since he was a foal, so he’s picked up a few tricks here and there.’

With bravado coming from nowhere, you said, ‘I’ll teach Scotch to do that by the end of the week.’

Jack chuckled. ‘Sure, darlin’.’

Everyone who comes to the ranch loves horses, but it’s clear to Jack that you don’t just love them - you miss them, and you’re making up for lost years.

The morning the two of you set off, he opened one of the saddlebags to find it filled to the brim with carrots and apples.

Poppy, with an amused glint in her eyes, told him that you’d specifically requested them for the horses - some wager you’d made with him, apparently.

With a huff of bemused laughter, he shook his head and decided there and then that he should underestimate you at his peril.

On the first day of the pack trip, under the shade of pine trees as you ate your lunch, you took your hat off and placed a couple of carrot pieces on the brim, setting it on the forest floor near Scotch.

When the palomino wandered over for the treats, you tapped the suede crown and said clearly and slowly, ‘Hat.’

At the cowboy’s quizzically arched eyebrow, you explained, ‘Positive association. That’s step one.’

He didn’t know how many carrots you fed Scotch. But by the time night fell, he had started nickering whenever he spotted your hat, which you rewarded with more treats - some sugar cubes for variety.

The following day, overlooking the red rock formations, you tried something new. In eyeshot of Scotch, you put the hat on the ground and whistled at him. He trotted over with no hesitation, nudging the hat with his nose as he reached you. He got apples that day instead.

The next part took the longest.

Later that evening, in the field of wildflowers, the exercise repeated itself, but you started moving away a couple of steps at a time when Scotch approached. He followed you, but you shook your head with a firm no and walked him back to the hat, where he got a treat, before walking away again.

Scotch didn’t get it that night, but there was no frustration from you, only patience. At his beseeching whinny, nudging your hand for treats, you had to stay strong. ‘Sorry honey - no hat, no treat.’

The next morning, after pancakes for breakfast, you tried again.

You set the hat down by the horses, then busied yourself with packing up. You’d half-forgotten about the exercise by the time you zipped up your bags, and you were stunned at the sight before you.

Scotch had your hat in his teeth, waiting patiently for his reward for being such a smart boy.

The squeal that escaped you had Jack grinning.

At the Halfway House, you decide that Scotch is ready to show off his new trick.

Jack has Whiskey’s saddle perched on the paddock fence, trying to rub out a stubborn grass stain from the leather. The horses are grazing on the other side of the field.

He watches you from the corner of his eye as you hang your hat on the gate and make your way to him, hoisting yourself onto the fence next to the saddle.

With a wink, you say, ‘Watch this, cowboy.’

You whistle, and Scotch perks up, looking over at you.

‘Hat, please,’ you call out clearly.

Spotting the object in question, he heads over to the gate smartly, white tail swishing from side to side. He picks the hat up by the brim with his teeth, before crossing the field, tossing his head.

The palomino blurs into a golden blob as he trots triumphantly over to you. You manage to hold back until he drops the hat in your lap with a proud whinny, at which point you burst into tears.

You bend down by the waist to wrap your arms around his neck, cooing praise into his ear and running your fingers through his white mane. Turning to Jack with watery eyes, you ask, ‘Can I take him home?’

Jack reaches over and squeezes your knee, his calloused palm warming your bare skin as much as his eyes do. ‘He’s yours if you want him, darlin’.’

Not that he has any right to say that. He doesn’t own Scotch, but he’s fully prepared to buy him from Champ out of his own paycheck, tie a big red bow around his neck, drive him halfway across the county and drop him on your doorstep if you so much as breathe the word yes.

You grin, thinking he’s joking. ‘Careful now, cowboy, I might take you up on that.’

Jack smiles and brushes a thumb across your cheek. If only you knew.

He’s yours if you want him.

Palomino will be back in 2023. Thank you for your love and support 🧡

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the gorgeous dividers!

#queue #jack daniels x fem!reader #jack daniels au #jack daniels fanfiction #jack daniels x f!reader #jack daniels x you #jack daniels fanfic #jack daniels x reader #kingsman fanfiction

[starstruckwillows]

kaz brekker x reader

“let her go. now. or else i swear to god this isn’t going to end well for you.”

♡ tables turned - k.b ♡

on a kaz kick rn <3

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; kaz brekker x reader

category; fluff, htc, humour

summary; you needn't worry, kaz is on his way to save you, but you might be a little bored of waiting

warnings/content; canon level violence (including mention of blood), minor swearing, mentions of alcohol, minor crooked kingdom spoilers

other; she/her pronouns used for reader, insecure kaz? a bit

with a disgusted groan, you spat the sticky blood from your mouth and sniffed, sticking your chin high. you were stubborn enough to hold your own, even when the meatheads that captured you brought out the bigger meatheads that were currently stamping bruises and blood onto your body.

a laugh bubbled from your throat, mainly out of shock, but it got under their skin. unfortunately, they weren't smart enough to be manipulated, and you just ended up with another rapidly purpling mark on your stomach.

you'd had worse, stifling your moan, but you really could do without it too.

"really? that's it?" you sighed, "i expected better. i guess the dime lions have really dropped their game since rollins buggered off."

one growled, and you rolled your eyes.

"who was that again? that made your old boss pack his bags?"

they said nothing, so you continued with a mocking smile.

"right, kaz brekker, dirtyhands, the man who's girlfriend you're beating up right now."

one of your kidnappers, clearly not the muscle but probably the brains, had been watching from the corner. but at your taunt, he came forward, scraping his nails along his knife and making you cringe at the sound.

he smiled at you sadistically, "honey, we'll be long finished with you by the time brekker shows up. he may kill us, but we'll have our revenge," he dragged the knife across your face, "with you. we aren't scared of him anymore."

you whispered, "want to know a secret?"

"nothing you can say will save you from your death now." he tilted his head to the side as he surveyed you, which made you severely uncomfortable, though you supressed the feeling.

"humour me."

he did so, making a show of alinging his ear to your face, pressing the knife against your neck in warning.

you took a breath, before saying, "when i brought up kaz, i didn't mean you should be scared of him. i meant, you're idiots if you thought his girlfriend would be the weak one."

the man frowned, beginning to lean back with a quizzical expression on his eyebrows, but you'd already flipped the knife he held loosely into his own chest, pushing him to the floor.

in all honesty, you had not been ready - you were only halfway through untangling your flimsy bonds when he approached, so you'd improvised.

now he lay bleeding out, and the two men responsible for your aching were reaching for their guns.

too bad you'd nabbed the dying man's already. the others hit the ground to join him only seconds later.

the gunshots had not alerted anyone; probably because as you opened the steel door, you could hear hundreds of ricocheting bullets up the stairs.

like any sane person in the barrel, you followed the noise.

the scene you stepped into was funny. five fully grown dime lions were strung up onto various pipes, complaining and threatening, while eighteen year old kaz brekker stood with a cold glare and a cane.

he sighed, approaching one, "you let her go. now. or this will end very, very badly for you."

the man stuttered, "y-you'll kill me anyway."

kaz shrugged, "not in the mood."

with one swift motion, he hit the man's head with his cane, "where is she?"

you announced yourself at that moment, "cool it kaz, these guys need as many brain cells as they can muster. for such a notorious gang, they're really fishing scraps now, guy couldn't even tie me up properly."

as he turned to see you, spattered with bruises and dried blood but otherwise standing upright and smirking, his icy expression dropped into a warm smile reserved for you, and occasionally the other crows.

the smile disappeared as he looked back to the men he'd defeated, "now, give me one good reason why i shouldn't kill you all?"

"you're not in the mood?" one weakly offered.

kaz pinched the bridge of his nose and looked to you, but you merely shrugged. he waved a gloved hand at you, "it's you they're trying to kill darling, your call."

you leant closer to one, ignoring the sharpness in your side that made you want to collapse to your knees, and flicked his forehead, "don't think they'll be trying again. and they've never even met pekka. i say just leave 'em here, they'll probably find their way out and they'll probably skip town."

kaz hummed, "will you? skip town?"

one nodded eagerly, the others participating shortly after and the two of you shrugged, "alright then."

the second you left the warehouse, you staggered, and kaz was expecting it. he knew you better than they did, and managed to anticipate the timing enough to catch you.

he focused on the clothes between you. slow, non-surprise contact had been going well, but this was different. you were hurt. and he didn't have time to break down over it, so he counted to ten and let you lay your weight on something that could currently hd it, unlike your legs.

your vision had been dotting the whole time you were in there, but you'd be damned if you let them think they'd hurt you.

"come on, let's get you back to the slat. you can sleep all weekend, we've got no jobs going on."

you nodded, cracking your knuckles as a distraction for the effort it was about to take you to stand.

he helped set you straight and you pushed down a groan, not wishing to make him feel bad for being unable to support you home.

but you couldn't fool him, and the twinge of guilt led him to come up with an idea to distract you from the peppered marks pressing onto the nerves in your body.

"how'd you get out?"

you smiled, "how'd you think? you taught me."

he reciprocated the smile, one that nobody else ever really got to see, and nodded, "good."

at least he was good for something, he thought.

you could read the thought all over his face, however, and you weren't going to let it go.

"how'd you find me so fast?"

"just y'know, asked around."

kaz's asking around usually involved more blood than other people's, so you got the idea pretty fast.

when you finally stumbled back into the slat, everyone else was asleep, and he sat you onto a table to assess your situation.

his gloved hand brushed over your bare one for a split second, and he pulled back to continue his observation. but only for a moment, before he steeled himself with a breath and latched onto it before going back to checking you for anything particularly severe.

you said nothing, not wanting to put him off. you also made no comment about the crushing grip he had on your hand - he needed the pressure, you guessed.

"nothing's going to get infected, you're going to be sore for a bit though."

you shrugged, "that's fine."

and then, unprompted, he smiled at you, openly and willingly, and childish butterflies that had no place in the barrel exploded in your stomach.

kaz brekker didn't need a reason, but sometimes he had one.

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[spunknbite]

Yes but have you considered —

Aziraphale can draw; we see that nice little sketch he did of Gabriel.

So Crowley swings by the bookshop after the divorce to fetch some plants. Day drunk, lovelorn, cursing God kind of Crowley, and he talks his way past Muriel, slurring (a human bookshop attendant would definitely allow me in, and book shops always give away their plants to non-paying customers, you would know that, wouldn’t you inspector constable?).

As he’s dragging a century-old snake plant past Aziraphale’s desk, he spots it: a sketch pad, half obscured by a pile of Austens. But he can’t help but notice because, well, that’s him staring up from the pages. A profile shot, rendered in graphite by a careful hand. He’s smiling in it, the sort of candid smile that’s never captured by a knowing subject, too loose, too unaffectedly easy.

But it’s certainly him. And now Crowley’s unceremoniously dropped the plant and about to flip through the book when that decidedly un-demonic feeling of guilt creeps in. Should he? Dare he? It is Aziraphale’s after all; there was no invitation. But I forgive you lurks throughout every corner of the shop, and with a fuck it, Crowley’s opened the book.

He looks up out of the sketch pad with a raised eyebrow, questioning, quizzical, but altogether more charming that he deserves. In another, he leans against a bookshelf, head back. A closeup of only his hands, splayed over the wheel of the Bentley. Another one of him laughing, and another, and another. Then, wearing a suit he hasn’t owned in well over a century, one he recalls Aziraphale saying he looked smart in. Next, his eyes closed as if sleeping, face relaxed and serene — and it’s uncanny because he’s never seen himself look like that before, never witnessed what Aziraphale saw.

And finally, a picture where his eyes aren’t his own. Full, rounded pupils appraise him, curled locks of hair frame his face, and the shading of the wings in the background — unfinished but completed enough that the effect is apparent — his wings are white.

Like the old times, Aziraphale had said. He doesn’t remember the old times, not really.

The sketch pad is dropped on the desk, and Crowley leaves the shop without his plants.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #this is the sort of rambling nonsense that results from a road trip #sorry for the hurt everyone #on this Tumblr we enjoy twisting the knife

[evsstolenhearts]

I don't think this would be NSFW because it's not mentioning anything graphic or weird like that. But if it is inappropriate I apologize.

The OC pack Teenagers are goofing off at the end of a Pack meeting. They playfully rush over to grab their stuff out of the pile they threw it to in the corner when they got there.

However, as they are leaving they hear "FREEZE!" coming from their Alpha. The group turns to see David picking something up off the floor and when the holds it up the room goes silent....

(It's a Pregnancy test. Still in the Box. Unused.)

What Chaos does this cause? Who done it?

🐿️

THE SHAW PACK TEENS ARE PREGNANT??? *NOT CLICKBATE*

It's clickbate, thank fucking God it's clickbate

Word count: 933

Proofread by: @frog-0n-a-l0g

A/n: this took wayyy longer than it should have man :/

"No! No!” Felix is aggressively shaking Sammy as they walk to grab their bags after the pack meeting, “Yoda is gay!!! It all adds up!” While talking, Alex and Shayfer look at him with disgusted looks.

“Dude, no, what the actual fuck?” Sammy turns to Felix like he's grown three heads, “what fucking information adds up?”

“HE'S GREEN!” Felix all but yells as he moves his hands around to prove his point.

“How does being green make you gay?” Alex has a quizzical look as Lorelai nods in agreement.

“What colors are in the pride flag?” Felix moves from Sammy to Alex, tightly holding his shoulder and staring deep into his fiery brown eyes, “red, orange, yellow and GREEN!”

All the other teenagers look at Felix like he's a f’cking ‘diot. “How the fuck did you come up with this?” Willow stops looking at her phone to look at Felix.

“IT'S CALLED BEING SMART,” Felix lets go of Alex and dramatically falls into Alex, sighing pathetically.

“I think we can all question how smart you are.” Shayfer chuckles and grabs his backpack, laying on the ground by the door. As they gather their stuff to leave so they can walk to 7-11, a very distraught David comes into view.

“All of you, stop, now, come sit back down.” David's voice is, as usual, gruff and stupid, but now has an undertone of concern and panic. Everyone side eye each other as they slowly walk back to the table.

“Did one of you do something?” Lorelai panically whispers to them, arms crossed as she fidgets with her jacket zipper.

“For once, I can confidently say no, shits been busy for all of us I think.” Sammy whispers back as the other hum in agreement. Coming back inside, Felix and Shayfer sit on the table as Willow and Lorelai stand next to one another, Sammy takes an actual seat at the table with Alex.

“I want to start off by saying this,” David shifts, clearly slightly uncomfortable, “I’m not mad, no one is mad, but we are concerned.” He pauses, trying to word his question. Sighing, he pulls out a box, and slides it forward, “Asher found this.”

Everyone takes in a sharp breath at the label of the box, a box of pregnancy tests.

Felix’s eyebrows raise and he adjusts how he sits, putting his legs on Alex's lap. Shayfer takes a sharp breath and looks around. Willow shifts her weight and glances at Lorelai. While Lorelais eyes widen and she stands up straighter, continuing to fidget with her jacket.

David looks between all of them, while no one speaks. “If it doesn't belong to you guys it's okay, I just need to know to make sure everything is okay.” His voice is abnormally calm.

“It's mine.” Lorelai's voice is soft as she walks forward and grabs the box to return it to her backpack. They all glance at her, before looking somewhere else, not knowing how to go about this.

Everyone stays quiet before David takes the initiative, “So… are you…?” He speaks carefully.

“No! No, oh my god, no!” Lorelai quickly answers, starting to talk quieter and look at the ground, “My period was late, and I was um… a little drunk- I'm not, I'm not pregnant, I haven't even done that in a while.”

There's a beat of silence before David speaks, “just… no one, especially you five,” he gestures to the minors in the room, “don't get pregnant right now, and use a damn condom.” He sighs as he looks at them, all eyes looking back at this like ducklings look at their mother, “You can go now.” David waves his hand dismissively.

The group leaves and begins to walk out in an awkward silence, that willow finally breaks. “You planned on taking a pregnancy test and didn’t ask if I would be the godmother?”

Lorelai laughs and looks at her, “In my defense, I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“I think we need a bridal shower.” Sammy looks at Shayfer and wacks them.

“Idiot, it's a baby shower, not a damn bridal shower, that's for people that are gonna get married.” Shayfer wacks Sammy in return, telling him to shut up.

“We should have a bridal shower for Alex.” Willow opens the door to 7-11 as she talks.

“Hold on, why Alex and not me?” Felix looks up at Willow like she just said she was gonna throw a baby out a window.

“Why do you deserve one? What have you done for me to make you deserve a bridal shower?” Willow, Felix, and Shayfer walk to the slurpee machine.

“What has Alex done to deserve a bridal shower?” Shayfer grabs a big gulp cup as they talk.

Willo pauses as she fills up her cup, “He has a good vibe.”

“AND I FUCKING DON’T?” Felix says a bit too loud as he looks at Willow, appalled.

“You have a bitch boy vibe.” She shrugs and sips her drink, walking away to find a snack.

“What's the guy equivalent of a bridal shower?” Sammy interjects as he grabs a bag of chips.

Everyone pauses what they're doing to think for a second. Shayfer quickly wips out their phone and aggressively types as Felix looks over his shoulder. There is a beat of silence before the sound of mild disgust comes from Shayfer as he answers, “A groom roast.”

“Oh my god, yall are gonna roast me.” Alex says in bewilderment, snacks and drinks in hand.

“Damn right we are.” Sammy nods as they go to check out.

#redacted audio #evan got some thinks #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted teenagers #redacted david #redacted teens #redacted oc #redacted oc Lorelai Duke #redacted oc shayfer Wyndam #redacted oc sammy Ebrahimi #redacted oc willow undergrove #redacted oc felix reed #redacted oc alex #redacted shifters #redacted shaw pack

[newbie-whovian]

can i request ten x cute!fem!reader?

like, reader is super into the color pink and puts vinyl stickers on everything she owns and ten is just like "you humans astound me" and she follows him around and he's like "okay, for research purposes, where'd you get those stickers?" because he secretly likes it even if he acts a little grumpy about the stickers around the tardis?

(Absolutely! Ten is so much fun to write for, oml)

Human Oddities - The Tenth Doctor x Reader

The Doctor had a small rainbow sticker stuck to his forehead and he had very conflicted feelings about it.

Humans had never failed to confuse him, with all their strange little hobbies and rules and quirks, but you were a special case.

He’d asked you for help navigating your hometown after a particularly nasty species of beings possessed everyone’s electronics, and after a whirlwind evening of vandalizing public property and being chased by sentient smart-toys, he’d invited you to come adventuring with him.

Your luggage was covered in tiny stickers and so were most of your things, and the thought that your all-pink outfit was simply a product of laundry day was quickly dashed. Most, if not all, of your wardrobe was some shade of pink, causing him to poke some fun at you. In retaliation, you stuck a sticker to his forehead and left to move your things into your new room in the TARDIS, and he was left completely baffled.

He peeled it off of his skin with a theatrical grimace, holding it between forefinger and thumb as if it might bite him. He set it down on the console and stared it down, and once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t leap up and reattach itself, he moved to set a course.

As the TARDIS groaned and creaked and sent you two flying through the vortex, he kept an eye on the sticker, thinking he might catch it by surprise if he pretended to ignore it. You walked in on him watching it from behind a chair.

-

Once he realized that the stickers you plastered everywhere were not, in fact, trying to drain his regeneration energy, he found himself quite enjoying the energy you brought to the place. You were like a bright pink ball of sunshine, and your smiles were absolutely contagious.

But the stickers, why stickers, he constantly wondered. They weren’t some sort of bizarre spyware, they weren’t little lifeforms, although they often displayed cartoonish likenesses of them, and by all appearances they were simply decorative. But why did they have to stick? Sticky things were so frustrating, why would you want sticky things all over your belongings? He didn’t quite understand, and that only intrigued him more.

You caught him watching you place a sticker on the front of one of your journals, and you gave him a quizzical smile. He simply stated that he was fascinated by strange human rituals, and you told him through a bit of laughter that they were just for fun. He answered that with a smirk; how could sticking small bits of paper onto flat surfaces be any fun?

You shrugged and handed him a half-used sticker sheet. He could see for himself if he wanted, and you pretended to leave, sticking your head back around the corner.

He peeled a small flower sticker off of the sheet you gave him, staring at it on the tip of his finger before sticking it to one of the rails leading to the door. He raised an eyebrow and watched it for a second, poking it once before moving back to the console.

-

He'd lost you, how on earth could he have lost you in fifteen minutes when you'd been right next to him? He ran through the streets of the marketplace in a frenzy, hoping beyond all hope to see the flash of your pink shirt in the crowd.

One by one, he asked every single merchant if they'd seen you, until a lady selling bracelets finally told him that you'd walked off with a man that looked exactly like him. Zygons, more likely than not, and he could find them with the TARDIS.

He stormed through the marketplace and through the TARDIS doors, performing the necessary scans as fast as he could. As he ran his hand along the rail, waiting for his scans to finish, he felt the sticker that he’d left there and allowed himself a small smile. He found the sheet that you’d given him, peeling off another and sticking it next to one of the monitors.

-

You were safe, that was all that mattered. You were back, and smiling, and sticking a large glittery sticker on the back of his jacket.

The Doctor had found you in a warehouse surrounded by Zygons, but after a particularly tense standoff, they let you go, disappearing to their ship in the atmosphere. Once you were satisfied that the Doctor wasn’t another shapeshifter, come to kidnap you or eat your brain, you followed him back to the TARDIS.

You stepped inside to see the console covered in tiny stickers from the sheet you’d given him, and a sly smile spread across your face. He feigned ignorance, insisting you must have put them there while he wasn’t paying attention. You rolled your eyes and went to go back to your room before he spoke up again, asking if you had another sheet he could use. He insisted he would simply borrow it, because “these funny human rituals” had always fascinated him. You brought him a sheet full of stars and planets, to which he very poorly hid his excitement.

The next day when you woke up, the walls were covered in tiny glittery stars.

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[saintmurd0ck]

columbia calling | matt murdock x reader | one-shot

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a/n: new post format? kinda?! this one was based on a dream i had, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did <3333

summary: you call your best friend to tell her you're in love with your college best friend

Considering that it’s finals week, your corner of the library is unusually quiet; the intoxicating romance of dark wood and leather-bound books amplified by the silence. There’s a sunny spot, by the large arched window at the end of the room, and you make your way over, bag thumping softly on the hard table.

You play off your sharp inhale as ‘allergies’ as Matt takes a seat next to you, leg brushing against yours, the tingle in your spine reaching the back of your eyes.

Chewing your lip, you glance at him from the corner of your eye as you dig through your bag, pulling out the book you’ve been neglecting all year. This is your chance to finally finish it, to get lost in the magic, all while being here, trapped in the fantasy that was your crush on Matt.

As a second-year law student, you’d seen Matt around a fair bit, always adorable with his cane in hand, always scoring the best marks in your classes. You weren’t sure exactly when you fell for him, but after that one torts tutorial at the start of this year, and the way his friend Foggy had introduced Matt to you? 

The rest was history.

You were inseparable beyond that point... and your crush grew exponentially.

Matt nudges you, the touch jolting you back to earth. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Leaning back in the chair, the wooden supports digging into your back, you flick open your book, finger hovering over the last sentence you remember reading. “Not homework, thankfully. I’m reading!”

Matt’s expression is quizzical, then almost horrified. “It’s finals week! How do you have any time to relax? Fog and I haven’t gone out once this week.”

You chuckle, tapping his leg with your foot. “You know, it’s important to have days off, Matty.”

Matt’s ears turn pink, coaxing a stifled laugh out of you, and he bites his lip, finger gliding across the pages of the textbook. Your book is open, but you don’t look at any of the words. Your gaze lingers on him, at the way his nose scrunches when he’s focusing, at the way his tongue snakes out to wet his lips. He turns his chin towards you, ever-so-slightly, and you almost drop the book, irrationally scared that he’ll catch you looking.

Sucking your cheeks in, you pore over the words in the book, feeling yourself captivated in the story; surrounded by nothing but your imagination, the sun filtering in behind you, and Matt by your side.

A few moments go past before he taps on your shoulder, pulling you away from the pages with a smile.

“Sorry, um, could you help me with this?” 

“Of course,” you nod, listening as he reads you the question.

Your eyebrows pinch together, brain rattling as you think of the answer. It takes you a minute to think about it, but you share your thoughts with him, watching as his face moves from confusion to understanding.

He flashes you a pearly grin, and your name rolls off his tongue. “You’re so smart, you know that?”

Your stomach flips as his compliment washes over you, cheeks burning hot. “Says the guy who’s at the top of every class,” you say, slapping his arm playfully.

He chuckles, the sound ringing in your ears, making your heart swell. “You really don’t give yourself enough credit.” 

He shakes his head, before continuing. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You swallow thickly, his words pounding into your chest, head spinning so fast you’re dizzy. 

In your lovedrunk stupor, you mumble a quick ‘excuse me’ as you rush out of the library, novel barely inside your bag, pulling your phone out as you dial your best friend’s number.

You make it to the side of the building in a hurry, face hot, the back of your neck burning as you watch the buttery sunlight illuminate the back of Matt’s head, rich chocolate tones warming you inside out. 

Your giddy squeal is the first thing your best friend hears when she picks up. 

“Everything okay?!” she asks, giggle tickling your ears. 

“Yes,” you breathe, taking a few shallow breaths, the butterflies in your stomach tossing, “I think…”

“Hmm?”

You bite your lip, grin stretching large. “Yeah… I’m in love.”

Your best friend gasps, and you can feel her smile. “Did something happen between you two?!”

Breathless and shaking your head, training one eye on Matt as he buries his head in his work, you stutter. “N-no! Well I don’t know. But I don’t care.”

Your shoes crunch on the gravel path as you start your walk back to your dorm, beaming, goosebumps breaking out on your arms. “I just know I’m in love.”

And as you walk off, Matt’s finger continues to move across the textbook, his own heart stuttering as he hears your conversation. 

Your words burn in his mind, embedding themselves in the fabric of his being. 

Any person would think him crazy if they saw his smile. 

Even though there’s no one around, he drops his voice to a whisper, saying your name in indulgence. “Yeah, I‘m in love with you too.”

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[venusofvolterra]

The Picture — A Demetri Volturi Ficlet

“What are you reading, my love?,” Demetri crooned, shifting his attention over from the candle he had just finished lighting, to his mate.

They looked beautiful, laying back in the chase lounge in the rec room. Demetri had been in there toying over something for the kings — what exactly? His mate had no clue, nonetheless, they new that when Demetri was working, he liked it when they sat quietly in the room with him. He always said it helped him focus.

He’d gotten up to give his mind a moments rest before returning to his work. It had gotten dark, so he disguised this with the task of lightning the candles in the room. Which he took his time in doing.

“Picture of Dorian Gray,” they shrugged, “after the 10th reread it gets to be oddly seasonal, ya know, with the holidays and such.”

“Yes, I think I know,” he said, approaching the chase, “though it took me until about the 50th read to see its wintery appeal,” he added, teasingly. He kneeled in front of them, placing his hands on their knees.

“You know, you’re the only person I’ve met who brags about being so goddamn old,” they snarked back at him.

He clicked his tongue and took their hands in his, “Secretly, I think you get off on it,” he punctuated with a wink, earning him an eye roll from his mate.

“Though,” he continued, “I have a story for you that honestly,” he quirked an eyebrow, “I’m surprised I haven’t really told you before.” His mate looked at him with curiosity, they always loved his stories.

“It’s about The Picture,” he began, he furrowed his brow like he was trying to remember the details “I inspired it actually,” he looked up into his mate’s eyes.

They grinned, like they were trying and failing to contain their laughter.

Demetri looked at them quizzically, “What’s so funny?” He inquired.

“D, saying the picture was inspired by you is egoic— even for you.”

“It’s true! At least let me finish my story before you determine it’s validity,” he pleaded sweetly back at them.

“The first time I met him, it was in Ireland — typical case of a nomad bumming around and not being very clean about it.” He punctuated with a sigh, “nonetheless a few murders had made the papers with details of obvious bite wounds on the neck and the victims had been drained of blood so I was sent to go take care of it.

“It was a simple job really. I killed the nomad and was on my way back when I ran into a boy of maybe 14 years in the woods. We locked eyes. I honestly considered making a snack of the boy and decided against it because I didn’t want to risk his disappearance being linked to the other murders in the area.

“He stared at me a bit, I stared back at him —eventually he asked me why my eyes were red, I was annoyed so I told the boy I had a rare and contagious illness that he’d be smart not to catch.

“He continued to stare at me. I got bored of the exchange so I sighed, exasperated, and hissed at him and he darted in the opposite direction. I though that was the end of it.

“7 years later, I was London, tracking a former member of the reserve guard. The vampire was in some hidden bar. Hunting probably. So I turned on the charm and talked my way in.

“I noted a familiar scent in the room when I went in but didn’t pay too much mind to it. That is, until I sensed a man approach me from behind. I turned around to look at him. “Don’t I know you?” He questioned, the smell of liquor was thick on his breath. “I don’t believe we have,” I said, presenting my hand for him to shake, though I did in fact recognized him, he was the little boy from the woods in Ireland. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, actually — not an unwelcome gesture I suppose.

“I asked him for his name, he said it was Oscar and then —”

“No fucking way!” His mate interrupted, “you got hit on my Oscar Wilde and you kept your composure?!”

“Darling,” Demetri pursed his lips, “do you think my job description includes fawning over then-little-known authors?” He said smartly, earning himself yet another eye roll from his mate.

“Anyway, once again, I found myself in London, about 9 years after that. I visited a theatre. A vampire I was looking for was an actress. I decided to get tickets and enjoy the show that night as it had already begun. I decided to wait until after it was done to approach the vampire so as to not cause a ruckus.

“I noticed that familiar scent once more occupying the same box I was. I hoped he wouldn’t notice me but,” Demetri made a gesture as if to say, ‘you know, things never go as we hope.’

“He got up and approached me. “Must be some great deal you’ve made with the devil, you still look the same after all these years” he said, leaning over the balcony next to me, he was really looking closely at me “if the devil is from Egypt, sure,” I said, I really wasn’t in the mood — frankly Oscar was quite vexing. He clearly didn’t understand what I’d meant — which is good for him I suppose because otherwise I’d have to kill him.

“I was focusing on the stage now as the vampire I was looking for had finally made her way onto it, he seemed to notice the sudden narrowing of my focus, “she’s beautiful,” he commented, though it was clear his praise was empty and I sensed an undertone of what might have been disappointment. “She is,” I agreed, hoping it would get him to leave. “You’re not sick,” he accused. “No, I’m not,” I growled, looking him directly in the eye. He almost fell over.

“It’s worth saying that the actress I was looking for wasn’t to be seen again and the one who had replaced her was notably terrible.” He finished.

Still holding his mates hands he looked up at them once again, “believe me yet?”

“I suppose your story seems plausible now,” they admitted, with an air of dramatization — performing like a detective who had finished grilling a suspect.

He pecked them on their cheek before standing up, “I have work to return to,” he said.

“And I have a date with the morally corrupt yet deeply charming Dorian Gray,” his mate replied.

“Yes you do, whenever you want, my dear,” he winked.

Dear readers, I know for a fact that I am not the first person on this sight to suggest that Demetri Volturi is Dorian Gray so if you do know who it is — PLEASE let me know so that I may tag them.

Furthermore, this is my longest, non-research based piece (not that this wasnt researched but it wasn’t so heavy on exact historical facts like my other writing)on this blog so any comments, replies, reblogs, likes, or engagement otherwise are encouraged and deeply appreciated!

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